text_original: And I do toss through the troubled night for you, Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine, Feeling your strong breast carry me on into The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.
text_transcription: AND I DO TOSS THROUGH THE TROUBLED NIGHT FOR YOU DREAMING YOUR YIELDED MOUTH IS GIVEN TO MINE FEELING YOUR STRONG BREAST CARRY ME ON INTO THE PEACE WHERE SLEEP IS STRONGER EVEN THAN WINE
phonemes: ænd aɪ dˈuː tˈɔs θɹuː ðə tɹˈʌbəld nˈaɪt fɔːɹ juː, dɹˈiːmɪŋ jʊɹ jˈiːldᵻd mˈaʊθ ɪz ɡˈɪvən tə mˈaɪn, fˈiːlɪŋ jʊɹ stɹˈɔŋ bɹˈɛst kˈæɹi mˌiː ˌɔn ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈiːs wˌɛɹ slˈiːp ɪz stɹˈɔŋɡɚɹ ˈiːvən ðɐn wˈaɪn.