text_original: How pitiful it is, and yet how true That half the lovers in the world, one day, Look questioning in each other's eyes this way And know love's gone forever, as we do.
text_transcription: HOW PITIFUL IT IS AND YET HOW TRUE THAT HALF THE LOVERS IN THE WORLD ONE DAY LOOK QUESTIONING IN EACH OTHER'S EYES THIS WAY AND KNOW LOVE'S GONE FOR EVER AS WE DO
phonemes: hˌaʊ pˈɪɾifəl ɪɾ ˈɪz, ænd jˈɛt hˌaʊ tɹˈuː ðæt hˈæf ðə lˈʌvɚz ɪnðə wˈɜːld, wˈʌn dˈeɪ, lˈʊk kwˈɛstʃənɪŋ ɪn ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚz ˈaɪz ðɪs wˈeɪ ænd nˈoʊ lˈʌvz ɡɔn fɚɹˈɛvɚ, æz wiː dˈuː.