text_original: Sometimes I cannot help but think, dear heart, As I look out o'er all the wide, sad earth And see love's flame gone out on many a hearth, That those who would keep love must dwell apart.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES I CANNOT HELP BUT THINK DEAR HEART AS I LOOK OUT OVER ALL THE WIDE SAD EARTH AND SEE LOVE'S FLAME GONE OUT ON MANY A HEARTH THAT THOSE WHO WOULD KEEP LOVE MUST DWELL APART
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz aɪ kænˈɑːt hˈɛlp bˌʌt θˈɪŋk, dˈɪɹ hˈɑːɹt, æz aɪ lˈʊk ˈaʊt ˈɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪd, sˈæd ˈɜːθ ænd sˈiː lˈʌvz flˈeɪm ɡɔn ˈaʊt ˌɔn mˈɛni ɐ hˈɑːɹθ, ðæt ðoʊz hˌuː wʊd kˈiːp lˈʌv mˈʌst dwˈɛl ɐpˈɑːɹt.