text_original: And you threw it away, and now I live A starved and beggared soul. And I feed on crumbs that memory throws From her table over filled, And I lay awake when others repose, And slake my thirst when no one knows, With the wine that she has spilled.
text_transcription: AND YOU THREW IT AWAY AND NOW I LIVE A STARVED AND BEGGARED SOUL AND I FEED ON CRUMBS THAT MEMORY THROWS FROM HER TABLE OVERFILLED AND I LAY AWAKE WHEN OTHERS REPOSE AND SLAKE MY THIRST WHEN NO ONE KNOWS WITH THE WINE THAT SHE HAS SPILLED
phonemes: ænd juː θɹˈuː ɪɾ ɐwˈeɪ, ænd nˈaʊ aɪ lˈɪv ɐ stˈɑːɹvd ænd bˈɛɡɚd sˈoʊl. ænd aɪ fˈiːd ˌɔn kɹˈʌmz ðæt mˈɛmɚɹi θɹˈoʊz fɹʌm hɜː tˈeɪbəl ˌoʊvɚ fˈɪld, ænd aɪ lˈeɪ ɐwˈeɪk wɛn ˈʌðɚz ɹᵻpˈoʊz, ænd slˈeɪk maɪ θˈɜːst wɛn nˈoʊwˈʌn nˈoʊz, wɪððə wˈaɪn ðæt ʃiː hɐz spˈɪld.