text_original: III If other flowers decorate our home, And multiply the splendour of this place, The little lake shines ever from the grass With the large eyes of its ever moving face.
text_transcription: THREE IF OTHER FLOWERS DECORATE OUR HOME AND MULTIPLY THE SPLENDOR OF THIS PLACE THE LITTLE LAKE SHINES EVER FROM THE GRASS WITH THE LARGE EYES OF ITS EVER MOVING FACE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː ɪf ˈʌðɚ flˈaʊɚz dˈɛkɚɹˌeɪt ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊm, ænd mˌʌltɪplˈaɪ ðə splˈɛndɚɹ ʌv ðɪs plˈeɪs, ðə lˈɪɾəl lˈeɪk ʃˈaɪnz ˈɛvɚ fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈæs wɪððə lˈɑːɹdʒ ˈaɪz ʌv ɪts ˈɛvɚ mˈuːvɪŋ fˈeɪs.