text_original: When our united lives are wrenched apart, And day no more means fond companionship, When fervent night, and lovely languorous dawn, Are only memories to one sad heart, And but in dreams love kisses burn the lip,   Dear God, how can this same fair world move on?
text_transcription: WHEN OUR UNITED LIVES ARE WRENCHED APART AND DAY NO MORE MEANS FOND COMPANIONSHIP WHEN FERVENT NIGHT AND LOVELY LANGUOROUS DAWN ARE ONLY MEMORIES TO ONE SAD HEART AND BUT IN DREAMS LOVE KISSES BURN THE LIP DEAR GOD HOW CAN THIS SAME FAIR WORLD MOVE ON
phonemes: wˌɛn ˌaʊɚ juːnˈaɪɾᵻd lˈaɪvz ɑːɹ ɹˈɛntʃt ɐpˈɑːɹt, ænd dˈeɪ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ mˈiːnz fˈɑːnd kəmpˈæniənʃˌɪp, wˌɛn fˈɜːvənt nˈaɪt, ænd lˈʌvli lˈæŋɡjuːɚɹəs dˈɔːn, ɑːɹ ˈoʊnli mˈɛmɚɹiz tə wˈʌn sˈæd hˈɑːɹt, ænd bˌʌt ɪn dɹˈiːmz lˈʌv kˈɪsᵻz bˈɜːn ðə lˈɪp,   dˈɪɹ ɡˈɑːd, hˌaʊ kæn ðɪs sˈeɪm fˈɛɹ wˈɜːld mˈuːv ˈɔn?