text_original: 121 THE HARLOT'S WAKENING Ere dawn a spirit took my hand, And once again, a joyous child, I roamed an unforgotten land Of orchards fresh and mild.
text_transcription: SONYA THE HARLOT'S WAKENING ERE DAWN A SPIRIT TOOK MY HAND AND ONCE AGAIN A JOYOUS CHILD I ROAMED AN UNFORGOTTEN LAND OF ORCHARDS FRESH AND MILD
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn ðə hˈɑːɹlɑːts wˈeɪkənɪŋ ˈɛɹ dˈɔːn ɐ spˈɪɹɪt tˈʊk maɪ hˈænd, ænd wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn, ɐ dʒˈɔɪəs tʃˈaɪld, aɪ ɹˈoʊmd ɐn ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ lˈænd ʌv ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz fɹˈɛʃ ænd mˈaɪld.