text_original: The twilight and midnight are lovers, you know, And each to the other is true, is true! And there on the moon through the heavens they ride, With the little brown owls all huddled arow, Through meadows of heaven where, every side, Blossom the stars and the dew.
text_transcription: THE TWILIGHT AND MIDNIGHT ARE LOVERS YOU KNOW AND EACH TO THE OTHER IS TRUE IS TRUE AND THERE ON THE MOON THROUGH THE HEAVENS THEY RIDE WITH THE LITTLE BROWN OWLS ALL HUDDLED A ROW THROUGH MEADOWS OF HEAVEN WHERE EVERY SIGHT BLOSSOMED THE STARS AND THE DEW
phonemes: ðə twˈaɪlaɪt ænd mˈɪdnaɪt ɑːɹ lˈʌvɚz, juː nˈoʊ, ænd ˈiːtʃ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚɹ ɪz tɹˈuː, ɪz tɹˈuː! ænd ðɛɹ ɔnðə mˈuːn θɹuː ðə hˈɛvənz ðeɪ ɹˈaɪd, wɪððə lˈɪɾəl bɹˈaʊn ˈaʊlz ˈɔːl hˈʌdəld ˈæɹoʊ, θɹuː mˈɛdoʊz ʌv hˈɛvən wˈɛɹ, ˈɛvɹi sˈaɪd, blˈɔsəm ðə stˈɑːɹz ænd ðə dˈuː.