text_original: Her shrunken hands caressed his rounded cheek, Her white locks on his golden hair Fell sadly. "O love!" she cried with shriveled lips, "O love, my love, my own, my fair!
text_transcription: HER SHRUNKEN HANDS CARESSED HIS ROUNDED CHEEK HER WHITE LOCKS ON HIS GOLDEN HAIR FELL SADLY O LOVE SHE CRIED WITH SHRIVELLED LIPS O LOVE MY LOVE MY OWN MY FAIR
phonemes: hɜː ʃɹˈʌŋkən hˈændz kɚɹˈɛst hɪz ɹˈaʊndᵻd tʃˈiːk, hɜː wˈaɪt lˈɑːks ˌɔn hɪz ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹ fˈɛl sˈædli. "ˈoʊ lˈʌv!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd wɪð ʃɹˈɪvəld lˈɪps, "ˈoʊ lˈʌv, maɪ lˈʌv, maɪ ˈoʊn, maɪ fˈɛɹ!