text_original: ON SNOW From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin, No lady alive can show such a skin. I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather, But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
text_transcription: ON SNOW FROM HEAVEN I FALL THOUGH FROM EARTH I BEGIN NO LADY ALIVE CAN SHOW SUCH A SKIN I'M BRIGHT AS AN ANGEL AND LIGHT AS A FEATHER BUT HEAVY AND DARK WHEN YOU SQUEEZE ME TOGETHER
phonemes: ˌɔn snˈoʊ fɹʌm hˈɛvən aɪ fˈɔːl, ðˌoʊ fɹʌm ˈɜːθ aɪ bɪɡˈɪn, nˈoʊ lˈeɪdi ɐlˈaɪv kæn ʃˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ ɐ skˈɪn. aɪm bɹˈaɪt æz ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl, ænd lˈaɪt æz ɐ fˈɛðɚ, bˌʌt hˈɛvi ænd dˈɑːɹk, wˌɛn juː skwˈiːz mˌiː təɡˈɛðɚ.