text_original: I seemed to go into a trance, Away from the music's pulsation, Away from the lights and the dance. And the wind o'er the wild prairie Seemed blowing strong and free, And it seemed not Joe, but Harry Who was standing there close to me.
text_transcription: I SEEMED TO GO INTO A TRANCE AWAY FROM THE MUSIC'S PULSATION AWAY FROM THE LIGHTS AND THE DANCE AND THE WIND O'ER THE WILD PRAIRIE SEEMED BLOWING STRONG AND FREE AND IT SEEMED NOT JOE BUT HARRY WHO WAS STANDING THERE CLOSE TO ME
phonemes: aɪ sˈiːmd tə ɡˌoʊ ˌɪntʊ ɐ tɹˈæns, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə mjˈuːzɪkz pʌlsˈeɪʃən, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə lˈaɪts ænd ðə dˈæns. ænd ðə wˈɪnd ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈaɪld pɹˈɛɹi sˈiːmd blˈoʊɪŋ stɹˈɔŋ ænd fɹˈiː, ænd ɪt sˈiːmd nˌɑːt dʒˈoʊ, bˌʌt hˈæɹi hˌuː wʌz stˈændɪŋ ðɛɹ klˈoʊs tə mˌiː.