text_original: This should atone for the hours when I forget you. Take then my offering, clean and sharp and sweet, An agony brighter than years of dull remembrance. I lay it at your feet.
text_transcription: THIS SHOULD ATONE FOR THE HOURS WHEN I FORGET YOU TAKE THEN MY OFFERING CLEAN AND SHARP AND SWEET AN AGONY BRIGHTER THAN YEARS OF DULL REMEMBRANCE I LAY IT AT YOUR FEET
phonemes: ðɪs ʃˌʊd ɐtˈoʊn fɚðɪ ˈaʊɚz wɛn aɪ fɚɡˈɛt juː. tˈeɪk ðˈɛn maɪ ˈɔfɚɹɪŋ, klˈiːn ænd ʃˈɑːɹp ænd swˈiːt, ɐn ˈæɡəni bɹˈaɪɾɚ ðɐn jˈɪɹz ʌv dˈʌl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns. aɪ lˈeɪ ɪɾ æt jʊɹ fˈiːt.