text_original: Let the love die. Are there not other loves As beautiful and full of sweet unrest, Flying through space like snowy pinioned doves?
text_transcription: LET THE LOVE DIE ARE THERE NOT OTHER LOVES AS BEAUTIFUL AND FULL OF SWEET UNREST FLYING THROUGH SPACE LIKE SNOWY PINIONED DOVES
phonemes: lˈɛt ðə lˈʌv dˈaɪ. ɑːɹ ðɛɹ nˌɑːt ˈʌðɚ lˈʌvz æz bjˈuːɾifəl ænd fˈʊl ʌv swˈiːt ʌnɹˈɛst, flˈaɪɪŋ θɹuː spˈeɪs lˈaɪk snˈoʊi pˈɪniənd dˈʌvz?