text_original: Why does she lie so cold? (I made her shrink, I made her reel, I made her white lids fold.) We sat at banquet, many maids, She like a Valkyr free. (I hated the glitter of her braids, I hated her blue eye's glee!) In emerald cups was poured the mead; Icily blew the night. (But tears unshed and woes that bleed Brew bitterness and spite.)
text_transcription: WHY DOES SHE LIE SO COLD I MADE HER SHRINK I MADE HER REEL I MADE HER WHITE LIDS FOLD WE SAID AT BANQUET MANY MAIDS SHE LIKE A VALKIA FREE I HATED THE GLITTER OF HER BRAIDS I HA HATED HER BLUE EYES GLEE IN EMERALD CUPS WAS POURED THE MEAT ICILY BLEW THE NIGHT BUT TEARS UNSHED AND WOES THAT BLEED BREW BITTERNESS AND SPITE
phonemes: wˌaɪ dˈʌz ʃiː lˈaɪ sˌoʊ kˈoʊld? (aɪ mˌeɪd hɜː ʃɹˈɪŋk, aɪ mˌeɪd hɜː ɹˈiːl, aɪ mˌeɪd hɜː wˈaɪt lˈɪdz fˈoʊld.) wiː sˈæt æt bˈæŋkwɪt, mˈɛni mˈeɪdz, ʃiː lˈaɪk ɐ vˈælkɚ fɹˈiː. (aɪ hˈeɪɾᵻd ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹ ʌv hɜː bɹˈeɪdz, aɪ hˈeɪɾᵻd hɜː blˈuː ˈaɪz ɡlˈiː!) ɪn ˈɛmɚɹəld kˈʌps wʌz pˈɔːɹd ðə mˈiːd; ˈaɪsili blˈuː ðə nˈaɪt. (bˌʌt tˈɪɹz ʌnʃˈɛd ænd wˈoʊz ðæt blˈiːd bɹˈuː bˈɪtɚnəs ænd spˈaɪt.)