text_original: On crumbs from the children's table That crumble, dropped from above, My heart feeds, fed with unstable Loose waifs of a child's light love.
text_transcription: ON CRUMBS FROM THE CHILDREN'S TABLE THAT CRUMBLE DROPPED FROM ABOVE MY HEART FEEDS FED WITH UNSTABLE LOOSE WAVES OF A CHILD'S LIGHT LOVE
phonemes: ˌɔn kɹˈʌmz fɹʌmðə tʃˈɪldɹənz tˈeɪbəl ðæt kɹˈʌmbəl, dɹˈɑːpt fɹʌm əbˈʌv, maɪ hˈɑːɹt fˈiːdz, fˈɛd wɪð ʌnstˈeɪbəl lˈuːs wˈeɪfs əvə tʃˈaɪldz lˈaɪt lˈʌv.