text_original: It may be that our dear ones, enfolded in the sunlight of Paradise, have forgotten the gloom that we once threw over their earthly way. But we never can.
text_transcription: IT MAY BE THAT OUR DEAR ONES ENFOLDED IN THE SUNLIGHT OF PARADISE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE GLOOM THAT WE ONCE THREW OVER THEIR EARTHLY WAY BUT WE NEVER CAN
phonemes: ɪt mˈeɪ biː ðæt ˌaʊɚ dˈɪɹ wˌʌnz, ɛnfˈoʊldᵻd ɪnðə sˈʌnlaɪt ʌv pˈæɹədˌaɪs, hæv fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðə ɡlˈuːm ðæt wiː wˈʌns θɹˈuː ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ ˈɜːθli wˈeɪ. bˌʌt wiː nˈɛvɚ kˈæn.