text_original: I keep the flower you braided Among those waves of gold, The leaves are sere and faded, And like our love grown old.
text_transcription: I KEEP THE FLOWER YOU BRAIDED AMONG THOSE WAVES OF GOLD THE LEAVES ARE SERE AND FADED AND LIKE OUR LOVE GROWN OLD
phonemes: aɪ kˈiːp ðə flˈaʊɚ juː bɹˈeɪdᵻd ɐmˌʌŋ ðoʊz wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ðə lˈiːvz ɑːɹ sˈɪɹ ænd fˈeɪdᵻd, ænd lˈaɪk ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv ɡɹˈoʊn ˈoʊld.