text_original: I Peace of the Heart, my own for long, Whose shining hair the May winds fan, Making it tangled as they can, A mystery still, star shining yet, Through ancient ages known to me And now once more reborn with me:   This is the tale of the Tiger Tree A hundred times the height of a man, Lord of the race since the world began. This is my city Springfield, My home on the breast of the plain.
text_transcription: ONE PEACE OF THE HEART MY OWN FOR LONG WHOSE SHINING HAIR THE MAY WINDS FAN MAKING IT TANGLED AS THEY CAN A MYSTERY STILL STAR SHINING YET THROUGH ANCIENT AGES KNOWN TO ME AND NOW ONCE MORE WE BORN WITH ME THIS IS THE TALE OF THE TIGER TREE A HUNDRED TIMES THE HEIGHT OF A MAN LORD OF THE RACE SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN THIS IS MY CITY SPRINGFIELD MY HOME ON THE BREAST OF THE PLAIN
phonemes: aɪ pˈiːs ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt, maɪ ˈoʊn fɔːɹ lˈɔŋ, hˌuːz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ hˈɛɹ ðə mˈeɪ wˈaɪndz fˈæn, mˌeɪkɪŋ ɪt tˈæŋɡəld æz ðeɪ kˈæn, ɐ mˈɪstɚɹi stˈɪl, stˈɑːɹ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ jˈɛt, θɹuː ˈeɪntʃənt ˈeɪdʒᵻz nˈoʊn tə mˌiː ænd nˈaʊ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ɹᵻbˈɔːɹn wɪð mˌiː:   ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈeɪl ʌvðə tˈaɪɡɚ tɹˈiː ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd tˈaɪmz ðə hˈaɪt əvə mˈæn, lˈɔːɹd ʌvðə ɹˈeɪs sˈɪns ðə wˈɜːld bɪɡˈæn. ðɪs ɪz maɪ sˈɪɾi spɹˈɪŋfiːld, maɪ hˈoʊm ɔnðə bɹˈɛst ʌvðə plˈeɪn.