text_original: But then she turned and smiled at me, And looking out of that mask of pain The laughing imp behind her eyes [46] Vigils Was just as gay as it used to be. That kind of a devil never dies.^ I put her back on her throne again.
text_transcription: BUT THEN SHE TURNED AND SMILED AT ME AND LOOKING OUT OF THAT MASK OF PAIN THE LAUGHING IMP BEHIND HER EYES WAS JUST AS GAY AS IT USED TO BE THAT KIND OF A DEVIL NEVER DIES I PUT HER BACK ON HER THRONE AGAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt ðˈɛn ʃiː tˈɜːnd ænd smˈaɪld æt mˌiː, ænd lˈʊkɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv ðæt mˈæsk ʌv pˈeɪn ðə lˈæfɪŋ ˈɪmp bᵻhˌaɪnd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz [fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɪks] vˈɪdʒɪlz wʌz dʒˈʌst æz ɡˈeɪ æz ɪt jˈuːzd tə bˈiː. ðæt kˈaɪnd əvə dˈɛvəl nˈɛvɚ dˈaɪz.aɪ pˌʊt hɜː bˈæk ˌɔn hɜː θɹˈoʊn ɐɡˈɛn.