text_original: Ghosts, they seem just flitting past me. Seen an hour but cannot stay. Scarcely power to harm or help me. As I glide my downward way.
text_transcription: GHOSTS THEY SEEM JUST FLITTING PAST ME SEEN AN HOUR BUT CANNOT STAY SCARCELY POWER TO HARM OR HELP ME AS I GLIDE MY DOWNWARD WAY
phonemes: ɡˈoʊsts, ðeɪ sˈiːm dʒˈʌst flˈɪɾɪŋ pˈæst mˌiː. sˈiːn ɐn ˈaʊɚ bˌʌt kænˈɑːt stˈeɪ. skˈɛɹsli pˈaʊɚ tə hˈɑːɹm ɔːɹ hˈɛlp mˌiː. æz aɪ ɡlˈaɪd maɪ dˈaʊnwɚd wˈeɪ.