text_original: For evermore, in days like these, When musing on your face, My sad imagination sees Another in my place.
text_transcription: FOR EVER MORE IN DAYS LIKE THESE WHEN MUSING ON YOUR FACE MY SAD IMAGINATION SEES ANOTHER IN MY PLACE
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ, ɪn dˈeɪz lˈaɪk ðˈiːz, wˌɛn mjˈuːzɪŋ ˌɔn jʊɹ fˈeɪs, maɪ sˈæd ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən sˈiːz ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ɪn maɪ plˈeɪs.