text_original: Like the memory of music made by streams, All the beauty of that other love life seems; But I always thought it so, and at last I know, I know, We were lovers in the Land of Silver Dreams.
text_transcription: LIKE THE MEMORY OF MUSIC MADE BY STREAMS ALL THE BEAUTY OF THAT OTHER LOVE LIFE SEEMS BUT I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT SO AND AT LAST I KNOW I KNOW WE WERE LOVERS IN THE LAND OF SILVER DREAMS
phonemes: lˈaɪk ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv mjˈuːzɪk mˌeɪd baɪ stɹˈiːmz, ˈɔːl ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌv ðæt ˈʌðɚ lˈʌv lˈaɪf sˈiːmz; bˌʌt aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz θˈɔːt ɪt sˈoʊ, ænd æt lˈæst aɪ nˈoʊ, aɪ nˈoʊ, wiː wɜː lˈʌvɚz ɪnðə lˈænd ʌv sˈɪlvɚ dɹˈiːmz.