text_original: Meseems I should be shedding The heart's tears from my eyes, The day will keep recalling The time of our good byes: I knew that you were dying And I must pass away, Oh I was the waning summer, And you were the wood's decay.
text_transcription: MESEEMS I SHOULD BE SHEDDING THE HEART'S TEARS FROM MY EYES THE DAY WILL KEEP RECALLING THE TIME OF OUR GOOD BYES I KNEW THAT YOU WERE DYING AND I MUST PASS AWAY OH I WAS THE WANING SUMMER AND YOU WERE THE WOOD'S DECAY
phonemes: mɛsˈiːmz aɪ ʃˌʊd biː ʃˈɛdɪŋ ðə hˈɑːɹts tˈɪɹz fɹʌm maɪ ˈaɪz, ðə dˈeɪ wɪl kˈiːp ɹᵻkˈɔːlɪŋ ðə tˈaɪm ʌv ˌaʊɚ ɡˈʊd bˈaɪz: aɪ nˈuː ðæt juː wɜː dˈaɪɪŋ ænd aɪ mˈʌst pˈæs ɐwˈeɪ, ˈoʊ aɪ wʌzðə wˈeɪnɪŋ sˈʌmɚ, ænd juː wɜː ðə wˈʊdz dᵻkˈeɪ.