text_original: 1 86 ONE BREATHLESS MOMENT. The race was for life and death when we met  One breathless moment to speak — And my hand against her breast she set, And her lips just touched my cheek. Then the world grew mine, and was filled with delight. As rare and rich could be ; Till on she passed and was lost in the night, And all was a dream to me.
text_transcription: ONE BREATHLESS MOMENT THE RACE WAS FOR LIFE AND DEATH WHEN WE MET ONE BREATHLESS MOMENT TO SPEAK AND MY HAND AGAINST HER BREAST SHE SET AND HER LIPS JUST TOUCHED MY CHEEK THEN THE WORLD GREW MINE AND WAS FILLED WITH DELIGHT AS RARE AND RICH COULD BE TILL ON SHE PASSED AND WAS LOST IN THE NIGHT AND ALL WAS A DREAM TO ME
phonemes: wˈʌn ˈeɪɾi sˈɪks wˈʌn bɹˈɛθləs mˈoʊmənt. ðə ɹˈeɪs wʌz fɔːɹ lˈaɪf ænd dˈɛθ wɛn wiː mˈɛt wˈʌn bɹˈɛθləs mˈoʊmənt tə spˈiːk — ænd maɪ hˈænd ɐɡˈɛnst hɜː bɹˈɛst ʃiː sˈɛt, ænd hɜː lˈɪps dʒˈʌst tˈʌtʃt maɪ tʃˈiːk. ðˈɛn ðə wˈɜːld ɡɹˈuː mˈaɪn, ænd wʌz fˈɪld wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt. æz ɹˈɛɹ ænd ɹˈɪtʃ kʊd bˈiː ; tˈɪl ˌɔn ʃiː pˈæst ænd wʌz lˈɔst ɪnðə nˈaɪt, ænd ˈɔːl wʌzɐ dɹˈiːm tə mˌiː.