text_original: When the snows of age fall thick and fast, and passion has faded like flowers that grow, The memory sage dreams dreams of the past and all that has made it have joys below.
text_transcription: WHEN THE SNOWS OF AGE FALL THICK AND FAST AND PASSION HAS FADED LIKE FLOWERS THAT GROW THE MEMORY'S SAGE DREAMS DREAMS OF THE PAST AND ALL THAT HAS MADE IT HAVE JOYS BELOW
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə snˈoʊz ʌv ˈeɪdʒ fˈɔːl θˈɪk ænd fˈæst, ænd pˈæʃən hɐz fˈeɪdᵻd lˈaɪk flˈaʊɚz ðæt ɡɹˈoʊ, ðə mˈɛmɚɹi sˈeɪdʒ dɹˈiːmz dɹˈiːmz ʌvðə pˈæst ænd ˈɔːl ðæt hɐz mˌeɪd ɪt hæv dʒˈɔɪz bᵻlˈoʊ.