text_original: Winds sigh and skies are gray, Days come and go: Wild birds are flown away: Where are the blooms of May?   Dead, dead, this many a day, Under the snow.
text_transcription: WINDS SKY AND SKIES ARE GREY DAYS COME AND GO WILD BIRDS ARE FLOWN AWAY WHERE ARE THE BLOOMS OF MAY DEAD DEAD THIS MANY A DAY UNDER THE SNOW
phonemes: wˈɪndz sˈaɪ ænd skˈaɪz ɑːɹ ɡɹˈeɪ, dˈeɪz kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ: wˈaɪld bˈɜːdz ɑːɹ flˈoʊn ɐwˈeɪ: wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə blˈuːmz ʌv mˈeɪ?   dˈɛd, dˈɛd, ðɪs mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ, ˌʌndɚ ðə snˈoʊ.