text_original: AD FINEM I like to think this friendship that we hold As youth's high gift in our two hands to day Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold What time the fleeting years have left us grey.
text_transcription: AT PHENEM I LIKE TO THINK THIS FRIENDSHIP THAT WE HOLD AS YOUTH'S HIGH GIFT IN OUR TWO HANDS TO DAY STILL SHALL WE FIND US BRIGHT UNTARNISHED GOLD WHAT TIME THE FLEETING YEARS HAVE LEFT US GREY
phonemes: ˌeɪdˈiː fˈaɪnəm aɪ lˈaɪk tə θˈɪŋk ðɪs fɹˈɛndʃɪp ðæt wiː hˈoʊld æz jˈuːθz hˈaɪ ɡˈɪft ɪn ˌaʊɚ tˈuː hˈændz tə dˈeɪ stˈɪl ʃˌæl wiː fˈaɪnd æz bɹˈaɪt, ʌntˈɑːɹnɪʃt ɡˈoʊld wʌt tˈaɪm ðə flˈiːɾɪŋ jˈɪɹz hæv lˈɛft ˌʌs ɡɹˈeɪ.