text_original: AN OLD BOUQUET I opened a long closed drawer to day, And among the souvenirs stored away Were the faded leaves of an old bouquet. Those faded leaves were as white as snow, With a background of green, to make them show, When you gave them to me long years ago.
text_transcription: AN OLD BOUQUET I OPENED A LONG CLOSED DRAWER TO DAY AND AMONG THE SOUVENIRS STORED AWAY WERE THE FADED LEAVES OF AN OLD BOUQUET THOSE FADED LEAVES WERE AS WHITE AS SNOW WITH A BACKGROUND OF GREEN TO MAKE THEM SHOW WHEN YOU GAVE THEM TO ME LONG YEARS AGO
phonemes: ɐn ˌoʊˌɛldˈiː buːkˈeɪ aɪ ˈoʊpənd ɐ lˈɔŋ klˈoʊzd dɹˈɔːɹ tə dˈeɪ, ænd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə sˌuːvənˈɪɹz stˈɔːɹd ɐwˈeɪ wɜː ðə fˈeɪdᵻd lˈiːvz əvən ˈoʊld buːkˈeɪ. ðoʊz fˈeɪdᵻd lˈiːvz wɜːɹ æz wˈaɪt æz snˈoʊ, wɪð ɐ bˈækɡɹaʊnd ʌv ɡɹˈiːn, tə mˌeɪk ðˌɛm ʃˈoʊ, wˌɛn juː ɡˈeɪv ðˌɛm tə mˌiː lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ.