text_original: Some one says that hearts are fickle, That love is sorrow, that life is care, And the reaper Death, with his shining sickle, Gathers whatever is bright and fair.
text_transcription: SOMEONE SAYS THAT HEARTS ARE FICKLE THAT LOVE IS SORROW THAT LIFE IS CARE AND THE REAPER DEATH WITH HIS SHINING SICKLE GATHERS WHATEVER IS BRIGHT AND FAIR
phonemes: sˈʌmwʌn sˈɛz ðæt hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ fˈɪkəl, ðæt lˈʌv ɪz sˈɑːɹoʊ, ðæt lˈaɪf ɪz kˈɛɹ, ænd ðə ɹˈiːpɚ dˈɛθ, wɪð hɪz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ sˈɪkəl, ɡˈæðɚz wʌtˈɛvɚɹ ɪz bɹˈaɪt ænd fˈɛɹ.