text_original: But I fought with my heart and conquered, I hid my wound from sight; You were going away in the morning, And I said a calm good night. But now when I sit in the twilight, Or when I walk by the sea That friendship, quite Platonic, Comes surging over me.
text_transcription: BUT I FOUGHT WITH MY HEART AND CONQUERED I HID MY WOUND FROM SIGHT YOU WERE GOING AWAY IN THE MORNING AND I SAID A CALM GOOD NIGHT BUT NOW WHEN I SIT IN THE TWILIGHT OR WHEN I WALK BY THE SEA THAT FRIENDSHIP QUITE PLATONIC COMES SURGING OVER ME
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪ fˈɔːt wɪð maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd kˈɑːŋkɚd, aɪ hˈɪd maɪ wˈuːnd fɹʌm sˈaɪt; juː wɜː ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ænd aɪ sˈɛd ɐ kˈɑːm ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt. bˌʌt nˈaʊ wɛn aɪ sˈɪt ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt, ɔːɹ wɛn aɪ wˈɔːk baɪ ðə sˈiː ðæt fɹˈɛndʃɪp, kwˈaɪt plætˈɑːnɪk, kˈʌmz sˈɜːdʒɪŋ ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː.