text_original: Wakes as we walk in the garden to night. In this soft kissing of dark and light. When the world has drawn itself apart From our spirit's shrine.
text_transcription: WAKES AS WE WALK IN THE GARDEN TO NIGHT IN THE SOFT KISSING OF DARK AND LIGHT WHEN THE WORLD HAS DRAWN ITSELF APART FROM OUR SPIRIT SHRINE
phonemes: wˈeɪks æz wiː wˈɔːk ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən tə nˈaɪt. ɪn ðɪs sˈɔft kˈɪsɪŋ ʌv dˈɑːɹk ænd lˈaɪt. wˌɛn ðə wˈɜːld hɐz dɹˈɔːn ɪtsˈɛlf ɐpˈɑːɹt fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ spˈɪɹɪts ʃɹˈaɪn.