text_original: But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem to call and call   I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The thing I long to know.
text_transcription: BUT YOUR EYES ARE DARK TO ME THOUGH THEY SEEM TO CALL AND CALL I CANNOT TELL IF YOU LOVE ME OR DO NOT LOVE ME AT ALL I KNOW MANY THINGS BUT THE YEARS COME AND GO I SHALL DIE NOT KNOWING THE THING I LONG TO KNOW
phonemes: bˌʌt jʊɹ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ dˈɑːɹk tə mˌiː ðˌoʊ ðeɪ sˈiːm tə kˈɔːl ænd kˈɔːl aɪ kænˈɑːt tˈɛl ɪf juː lˈʌv mˌiː ɔːɹ duːnˌɑːt lˈʌv mˌiː æɾ ˈɔːl. aɪ nˈoʊ mˈɛni θˈɪŋz, bˌʌt ðə jˈɪɹz kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ, aɪʃˌɐl dˈaɪ nˌɑːt nˈoʊɪŋ ðə θˈɪŋ aɪ lˈɔŋ tə nˈoʊ.