text_original: But the golden glory that lit the place Was not alone from the sunset's grace— For I saw in your fair, uplifted face A light that was wondrously tender. I say I saw it. And yet to day I ask myself, in a cynical way, Was it only a part you had learned to play, To see me act the lover? And I curse myself for a fool. And yet I would willingly die without one regret Could I bring back the day whose sun has set— And you—and live it over.
text_transcription: BUT THE GOLDEN GLORY THAT LIT THE PLACE WAS NOT ALONE FROM THE SUNSET'S GRACE FOR I SAW IN YOUR FAIR UPLISTED FACE A LIGHT THAT WAS WONDROUSLY TENDER I SAY I SAW IT AND YET TO DAY I ASKED MYSELF IN A CYNICAL WAY WAS IT ONLY A PART YOU'LL LEARNED TO PLAY TO SEE ME ACT A LOVER AND I CURSE MYSELF FOR A FOOL AND YET I WOULD WILLINGLY DIE WITHOUT ONE REGRET COULD I BRING BACK THE DAY WHOSE SUN IS SET AND YOU AND LIVE IT OVER
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt lˈɪt ðə plˈeɪs wʌz nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn fɹʌmðə sˈʌnsɛts ɡɹˈeɪs— fɔːɹ aɪ sˈɔː ɪn jʊɹ fˈɛɹ, ʌplˈɪftᵻd fˈeɪs ɐ lˈaɪt ðæt wʌz wˈʌndɹəsli tˈɛndɚ. aɪ sˈeɪ aɪ sˈɔː ɪt. ænd jˈɛt tə dˈeɪ aɪ ˈæsk maɪsˈɛlf, ɪn ɐ sˈɪnɪkəl wˈeɪ, wʌz ɪɾ ˈoʊnli ɐ pˈɑːɹt juː hæd lˈɜːnd tə plˈeɪ, tə sˈiː mˌiː ˈækt ðə lˈʌvɚ? ænd aɪ kˈɜːs maɪsˈɛlf fɚɹə fˈuːl. ænd jˈɛt aɪ wʊd wˈɪlɪŋli dˈaɪ wɪðˌaʊt wˈʌn ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt kʊd aɪ bɹˈɪŋ bˈæk ðə dˈeɪ hˌuːz sˈʌn hɐz sˈɛt— ænd juː—ænd lˈaɪv ɪɾ ˈoʊvɚ.