text_original: But like a lute with one string left unstrung, When I would sing again the song of other years, Something is lost.
text_transcription: BUT LIKE A LUTE WITH ONE STRING LEFT UNSTRUNG WHEN I WOULD SING AGAIN THE SONG OF OTHER YEARS SOMETHING IS LOST
phonemes: bˌʌt lˈaɪk ɐ lˈuːt wɪð wˈʌn stɹˈɪŋ lˈɛft ʌnstɹˈʌŋ, wˌɛn aɪ wʊd sˈɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈʌðɚ jˈɪɹz, sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪz lˈɔst.