text_original: Not there, not there, where the winds deface! Where the storm and the cloud race by! But far away in this flowerful place Where endless summers retouch, retrace, What flowers find heart to die.
text_transcription: NOT THERE NOT THERE WHERE THE WINDS DEFACE WHERE THE STORM AND THE CLOUD RAYS BY BUT FAR AWAY IN THIS FLOWERFUL PLACE WHERE ENDLESS SUMMERS RETOUCH RETRACE WHAT FLOWERS FIND HARD TO DIE
phonemes: nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹ, nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz dᵻfˈeɪs! wˌɛɹ ðə stˈɔːɹm ænd ðə klˈaʊd ɹˈeɪs bˈaɪ! bˌʌt fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɪn ðɪs flˈaʊɚfəl plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ˈɛndləs sˈʌmɚz ɹᵻtˈʌtʃ, ɹᵻtɹˈeɪs, wˌʌt flˈaʊɚz fˈaɪnd hˈɑːɹt tə dˈaɪ.