text_original: Looking back, My faults and errors seem like stepping stones That led the way to knowledge of the truth And made me value virtue; sorrows shine In rainbow colors o'er the gulf of years, Where lie forgotten pleasures.
text_transcription: LOOKING BACK MY FAULTS AND ERRORS SEEM LIKE STEPPING STONES THAT LED THE WAY TO KNOWLEDGE OF THE TRUTH AND MADE ME VALUE VIRTUE SORROWS SHINE IN RAINBOW COLORS OVER THE GULF OF YEARS WHERE I FORGOTTEN PLEASURES
phonemes: lˈʊkɪŋ bˈæk, maɪ fˈɔlts ænd ˈɛɹɚz sˈiːm lˈaɪk stˈɛpɪŋ stˈoʊnz ðæt lˈɛd ðə wˈeɪ tə nˈɑːlɪdʒ ʌvðə tɹˈuːθ ænd mˌeɪd mˌiː vˈæljuː vˈɜːtʃuː; sˈɑːɹoʊz ʃˈaɪn ɪn ɹˈeɪnboʊ kˈʌlɚz ˈɔːɹ ðə ɡˈʌlf ʌv jˈɪɹz, wˌɛɹ lˈaɪ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ plˈɛʒɚz.