text_original: Were we so much to blame? Our lives had twined Together, none forbidding, for so long. They let our childish fingers drop the seed, Unhindered, which should ripen to tall grain; They let the firm, small roots tangle and grow, Then rent them, careless that it hurt the plant. I loved Antonio, and he loved me.
text_transcription: WERE WE SO MUCH TO BLAME OUR LIVES HAD TWINED TOGETHER NONE FORBIDDING FOR SO LONG THEY LET OUR CHILDISH FINGERS DROP THE SEAT UNHINDERED WHICH SHOULD RIPEN TO TALL GRAIN THEY LET THE FIRM SMALL ROOTS TANGLE AND GROW THEN RENT THEM CARELESS THAT IT HURT THE PLANT I LOVED ANTONIO AND HE LOVED ME
phonemes: wɜː wiː sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ tə blˈeɪm? ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz hæd twˈaɪnd təɡˈɛðɚ, nˈʌn fɚbˈɪdɪŋ, fɔːɹ sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ. ðeɪ lˈɛt ˌaʊɚ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ fˈɪŋɡɚz dɹˈɑːp ðə sˈiːd, ʌnhˈɪndɚd, wˌɪtʃ ʃˌʊd ɹˈaɪpən tə tˈɔːl ɡɹˈeɪn; ðeɪ lˈɛt ðə fˈɜːm, smˈɔːl ɹˈuːts tˈæŋɡəl ænd ɡɹˈoʊ, ðˈɛn ɹˈɛnt ðˌɛm, kˈɛɹləs ðˌɐɾɪt hˈɜːt ðə plˈænt. aɪ lˈʌvd æntˈoʊnɪˌoʊ, ænd hiː lˈʌvd mˌiː.