text_original: Pluck flowers ere life grows cold and desolate, And love turns hate.
text_transcription: PLUCK FLOWERS ERE LIFE GROWS COLD AND DESOLATE AND LOVE TURNS HATE
phonemes: plˈʌk flˈaʊɚz ˈɛɹ lˈaɪf ɡɹˈoʊz kˈoʊld ænd dˈɛsələt, ænd lˈʌv tˈɜːnz hˈeɪt.