text_original: 'Twas but a red leaf from a lush September The wind of dreams across my pathway blew, But oh! my love! the whole round year remember, With all its seasons I bestow on you.
text_transcription: TWAS BUT A RED LEAF FROM A LUSH SEPTEMBER THE WIND OF DREAMS ACROSS MY PATHWAY BLUE BUT OH MY LOVE THE WHOLE ROUND YEAR REMEMBER WITH ALL ITS SEASONS I BESTOW ON YOU
phonemes: twˈɑːz bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈɛd lˈiːf fɹʌm ɐ lˈʌʃ sɛptˈɛmbɚ ðə wˈɪnd ʌv dɹˈiːmz əkɹˌɑːs maɪ pˈæθweɪ blˈuː, bˌʌt ˈoʊ! maɪ lˈʌv! ðə hˈoʊl ɹˈaʊnd jˈɪɹ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, wɪð ˈɔːl ɪts sˈiːzənz aɪ bᵻstˈoʊ ˈɔn juː.