text_original: 72 THEY They live and laugh and cease to be, They fade and fall and rise again, Their scorn is false, their praise is vain, They live and die unceasingly. They are as writings on the snow, That pass and leave no trace behind ; They mocked the sun, for they were blind, The Truth, because they could not know.
text_transcription: THEY LIVE AND LAUGH AND CEASE TO BE THEY FADE AND FALL AND RISE AGAIN THEIR SCORN IS FALSE THEIR PRAISE IS VAIN THEY LIVE AND DIE UNCEASINGLY THEY ARE AS WRITINGS ON THE SNOW THAT PASS AND LEAVE NO TRACE BEHIND THEY MOCKED THE SUN FOR THEY WERE BLIND THE TRUTH BECAUSE THEY COULD NOT KNOW
phonemes: sˈɛvənti tˈuː ðeɪ ðeɪ lˈɪv ænd lˈæf ænd sˈiːs tə bˈiː, ðeɪ fˈeɪd ænd fˈɔːl ænd ɹˈaɪz ɐɡˈɛn, ðɛɹ skˈɔːɹn ɪz fˈɔls, ðɛɹ pɹˈeɪz ɪz vˈeɪn, ðeɪ lˈɪv ænd dˈaɪ ʌnsˈiːsɪŋli. ðeɪ ɑːɹ æz ɹˈaɪɾɪŋz ɔnðə snˈoʊ, ðæt pˈæs ænd lˈiːv nˈoʊ tɹˈeɪs bᵻhˈaɪnd ; ðeɪ mˈɑːkt ðə sˈʌn, fɔːɹ ðeɪ wɜː blˈaɪnd, ðə tɹˈuːθ, bɪkˈʌz ðeɪ kʊd nˌɑːt nˈoʊ.