text_original: Now seems the world's deep heart About to break. What sorrow stirs in mine*? 44 AU'TUMN A mist of twilight rain Hides now the orange edges of the day.
text_transcription: NOW SEEMS THE WORLD'S DEEP HEART ABOUT TO BREAK WHAT SORROW STIRS IN MINE A MIST OF TWILIGHT RAIN HIDES NOW THE ORANGE EDGES OF THE DAY
phonemes: nˈaʊ sˈiːmz ðə wˈɜːldz dˈiːp hˈɑːɹt ɐbˌaʊt tə bɹˈeɪk. wˌʌt sˈɑːɹoʊ stˈɜːz ɪn mˈaɪn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk? fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ ˈɔːɾʌm ɐ mˈɪst ʌv twˈaɪlaɪt ɹˈeɪn hˈaɪdz nˈaʊ ðɪ ˈɔɹɪndʒ ˈɛdʒᵻz ʌvðə dˈeɪ.