text_original: The red leaves fall upon the mould, The white leaves flutter, one by one, Down to a blue bowl where the sun, Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.
text_transcription: THE RED LEAVES FALL UPON THE MOULD THE WHITE LEAVES FLUTTER ONE BY ONE DOWN TO A BLUE BOWL WHERE THE SUN LIKE A GREAT DRAGON WRITHES IN GOLD
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɛd lˈiːvz fˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ðə mˈoʊld, ðə wˈaɪt lˈiːvz flˈʌɾɚ, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, dˌaʊn tʊ ɐ blˈuː bˈoʊl wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌn, lˈaɪk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt dɹˈæɡən, ɹˈaɪðz ɪn ɡˈoʊld.