text_original: When was it that love died? We were so fond, So very fond, a little while ago. With leaping pulses, and blood all aglow, We dreamed about a sweeter life beyond, When we should dwell together as one heart, And scarce could wait that happy time to come.
text_transcription: WHEN WAS IT THAT LOVE DIED WE WERE SO FOND SO VERY FOND A LITTLE WHILE AGO WITH LEAPING PULSES AND BLOOD ALL AGLOW WE DREAMED ABOUT THE SWEETER LIFE BEYOND WHEN WE SHOULD DWELL TOGETHER AS ONE HEART AND SCARCE COULD WAIT THAT HAPPY TIME TO COME
phonemes: wˌɛn wʌz ɪt ðæt lˈʌv dˈaɪd? wiː wɜː sˌoʊ fˈɑːnd, sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi fˈɑːnd, ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl ɐɡˈoʊ. wɪð lˈiːpɪŋ pˈʌlsᵻz, ænd blˈʌd ˈɔːl ɐɡlˈoʊ, wiː dɹˈiːmd ɐbˌaʊt ɐ swˈiːɾɚ lˈaɪf bᵻjˈɔnd, wˌɛn wiː ʃˌʊd dwˈɛl təɡˌɛðɚɹ æz wˈʌn hˈɑːɹt, ænd skˈɛɹs kʊd wˈeɪt ðæt hˈæpi tˈaɪm tə kˈʌm.