text_original: 116 SERENADE And now, and now, my lips, my eyes, Are stricken dumb with hope and fear, It is my burning soul that cries, Beloved, can you hear
text_transcription: ND AND NOW AND NOW MY LIPS MY EYES ARE STRICKEN DUMB WITH HOPE AND FEAR IT IS MY BURNING SOUL THAT CRIES BELOVED CAN YOU HEAR
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪkstiːn sˌɛɹənˈeɪd ænd nˈaʊ, ænd nˈaʊ, maɪ lˈɪps, maɪ ˈaɪz, ɑːɹ stɹˈɪkən dˈʌm wɪð hˈoʊp ænd fˈɪɹ, ɪɾ ɪz maɪ bˈɜːnɪŋ sˈoʊl ðæt kɹˈaɪz, bᵻlˈʌvd, kæn juː hˈɪɹ