text_original: PLATONIC I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend? Couldn't we sit in the twilight, Couldn't we walk on the shore With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more?
text_transcription: PLATONIC I KNEW IT THE FIRST OF THE SUMMER I KNEW IT THE SAME AT THE END THAT YOU AND YOUR LOVE WERE PLIGHTED BUT COULDN'T YOU BE MY FRIEND COULDN'T WE SIT IN THE TWILIGHT COULDN'T WE WALK ON THE SHORE WITH ONLY A PLEASANT FRIENDSHIP TO BIND US AND NOTHING MORE
phonemes: plætˈɑːnɪk aɪ nˈuː ɪt ðə fˈɜːst ʌvðə sˈʌmɚ, aɪ nˈuː ɪt ðə sˈeɪm æt ðɪ ˈɛnd, ðæt juː ænd jʊɹ lˈʌv wɜː plˈaɪɾᵻd, bˌʌt kˌʊdənt juː biː maɪ fɹˈɛnd? kˌʊdənt wiː sˈɪt ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt, kˌʊdənt wiː wˈɔːk ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ wɪð ˈoʊnli ɐ plˈɛzənt fɹˈɛndʃɪp tə bˈaɪnd ˌʌs, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ?