text_original: In the embers Where letters and tokens were cast, Have you burned up the heart that remembers, And treasures its beautiful past? Do you think in this swift reckless fashion To ruthlessly burn and destroy The months that were freighted with passion, The dreams that were drunken with joy?
text_transcription: IN THE EMBERS WHERE LETTERS AND TOKENS WERE CAST HAVE YOU BURNED UP THE HEART THAT REMEMBERS AND TREASURES ITS BEAUTIFUL PAST DO YOU THINK IN THIS SWIFT RECKLESS FASHION TO RUTHLESSLY BURN AND DESTROY THE MONTHS THAT WERE FREIGHTED WITH PASSION THE DREAMS THAT WERE DRUNKEN WITH JOY
phonemes: ɪnðɪ ˈɛmbɚz wˌɛɹ lˈɛɾɚz ænd tˈoʊkənz wɜː kˈæst, hæv juː bˈɜːnd ˌʌp ðə hˈɑːɹt ðæt ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz, ænd tɹˈɛʒɚz ɪts bjˈuːɾifəl pˈæst? dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ɪn ðɪs swˈɪft ɹˈɛkləs fˈæʃən tə ɹˈuːθləsli bˈɜːn ænd dᵻstɹˈɔɪ ðə mˈʌnθs ðæt wɜː fɹˈeɪɾᵻd wɪð pˈæʃən, ðə dɹˈiːmz ðæt wɜː dɹˈʌŋkən wɪð dʒˈɔɪ?