text_original: He thought  "_You are fair as the dawn's first ray_; _I know the angels keep guard above you_. _And so I chatter of weather_, _and play_, _While all the time I am mad to say_, _I love you_, _love you_, _love you_." He said  "The season is almost run; How glad we are, when the whirl is over!
text_transcription: HE THOUGHT YOU ARE FAIR AS THE DAWNS FIRST RAY I KNOW THE ANGELS KEEP GOD ABOVE YOU AND SO I CHATTER OF WEATHER AND PLAY WHILE ALL THE TIME I AM MAD TO SAY I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU HE SAID THE SEASON IS ALMOST RUN HOW GLAD WE ARE WHEN THE WORLD IS OVER
phonemes: hiː θˈɔːt  "juː ɑːɹ fˈɛɹ æz ðə dˈɔːnz fˈɜːst ɹˈeɪ; aɪ nˈoʊ ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz kˈiːp ɡˈɑːɹd əbˈʌv juː. ænd sˌoʊ aɪ tʃˈæɾɚɹ ʌv wˈɛðɚ, ænd plˈeɪ, wˌaɪl ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm aɪɐm mˈæd tə sˈeɪ, aɪ lˈʌv juː, lˈʌv juː, lˈʌv juː." hiː sˈɛd  "ðə sˈiːzən ɪz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɹˈʌn; hˌaʊ ɡlˈæd wiː ɑːɹ, wˌɛn ðə wˈɜːl ɪz ˈoʊvɚ!