text_original: Trust me, I mind not, though Life lours, The bringing me here; nay, bring me here again! I am just the same as when Our days were a joy, and our paths through flowers.
text_transcription: TRUST ME I MIND NOT THOUGH LIE FLOWERS TO BRINGING ME HERE NAY BRING ME HERE AGAIN I AM JUST THE SAME AS WHEN OUR DAYS WERE JOY AND OUR PATH THROUGH FLOWERS
phonemes: tɹˈʌst mˌiː, aɪ mˈaɪnd nˈɑːt, ðˌoʊ lˈaɪf lˈɜːz, ðə bɹˈɪŋɪŋ mˌiː hˈɪɹ; nˈeɪ, bɹˈɪŋ mˌiː hˈɪɹ ɐɡˈɛn! aɪɐm dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm æz wɛn ˌaʊɚ dˈeɪz wɜːɹ ɐ dʒˈɔɪ, ænd ˌaʊɚ pˈæθs θɹuː flˈaʊɚz.