text_original: It is so sad, so strange, I almost doubt That all those years could be, before we met. Do you not wish that we could blot them out? Obliterate them wholly, and forget That we had any part in life until We clasped each other with Love's rapture thrill?
text_transcription: IT IS SO SAD SO STRANGE I ALMOST DOUBT THAT ALL THOSE YEARS COULD BE BEFORE WE MET DO YOU NOT WISH THAT WE COULD BLOT THEM OUT OBLITERATE THEM WHOLLY AND FORGET THAT WE HAD ANY PART IN LIFE UNTIL WE CLASPED EACH OTHER WITH LOVE'S RAPTURE THRILL
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz sˌoʊ sˈæd, sˌoʊ stɹˈeɪndʒ, aɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst dˈaʊt ðæt ˈɔːl ðoʊz jˈɪɹz kʊd bˈiː, bᵻfˌɔːɹ wiː mˈɛt. dˈuː juː nˌɑːt wˈɪʃ ðæt wiː kʊd blˈɑːt ðˌɛm ˈaʊt? əblˈɪɾɚɹˌeɪt ðˌɛm hˈoʊli, ænd fɚɡˈɛt ðæt wiː hˌæd ˌɛni pˈɑːɹt ɪn lˈaɪf ʌntˈɪl wiː klˈæspt ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ wɪð lˈʌvz ɹˈæptʃɚ θɹˈɪl?