text_original: Light as a dewdrop falls from space Upon a rosebud's folded grace, A kiss fell on her girlish face. "Good night, good bye," and he was gone. And so was childhood; it was dawn In that young heart the moon shone on.
text_transcription: LIGHT AS A DEWDROP FALLS FROM SPACE UPON A ROSEBUD'S FOLDED GRACE A KISS FELL ON HER GIRLISH FACE GOOD NIGHT GOOD BY AND HE WAS GONE AND SO WAS CHILDHOOD IT WAS DAWN IN THAT YOUNG HEART THE MOON SHONE ON
phonemes: lˈaɪt æz ɐ dˈuːdɹɑːp fˈɔːlz fɹʌm spˈeɪs əpˌɑːn ɐ ɹˈoʊzbʌdz fˈoʊldᵻd ɡɹˈeɪs, ɐ kˈɪs fˈɛl ˌɔn hɜː ɡˈɜːlɪʃ fˈeɪs. "ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt, ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ," ænd hiː wʌz ɡˈɔn. ænd sˌoʊ wʌz tʃˈaɪldhʊd; ɪt wʌz dˈɔːn ɪn ðæt jˈʌŋ hˈɑːɹt ðə mˈuːn ʃˈɑːn ˈɔn.