text_original: "I was not utterly wicked, Martin. I did not sin deliberately — I did not know what I was doing when I wrecked my life and destroyed my peace of mind for ever. I never meant to forget you — or to be false to you — but I was so lonely — so lonely. The days were so dreary and so long — even the short autumn days seemed long — and the evenings were so melancholy without you.
text_transcription: I WAS NOT UTTERLY WICKED MARTIN I DID NOT SIN DELIBERATELY I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING WHEN I WRECKED MY LIFE AND DESTROYED MY PEACE OF MIND FOR EVER I NEVER MEANT TO FORGET YOU OR TO BE FALSE TO YOU BUT I WAS SO LONELY SO LONELY THE DAYS WERE SO DREARY AND SO LONG EVEN THE SHORT AUTUMN DAYS SEEMED LONG AND THE EVENINGS WERE SO MELANCHOLY WITHOUT YOU
phonemes: "aɪ wʌz nˌɑːt ˈʌɾɚli wˈɪkᵻd, mˈɑːɹtɪn. aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt sˈɪn dᵻlˈɪbɚɹətli — aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wʌt aɪ wʌz dˌuːɪŋ wɛn aɪ ɹˈɛkt maɪ lˈaɪf ænd dᵻstɹˈɔɪd maɪ pˈiːs ʌv mˈaɪnd fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ. aɪ nˈɛvɚ mˈɛnt tə fɚɡˈɛt juː — ɔːɹ təbi fˈɔls tə juː — bˌʌt aɪ wʌz sˌoʊ lˈoʊnli — sˌoʊ lˈoʊnli. ðə dˈeɪz wɜː sˌoʊ dɹˈɪɹi ænd sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ — ˈiːvən ðə ʃˈɔːɹt ˈɔːɾʌm dˈeɪz sˈiːmd lˈɔŋ — ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋz wɜː sˌoʊ mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli wɪðˈaʊt juː.