text_original: Come, let our hearts be true  the day insure To us the tenderness without the strife, And let them say that life Was never made to reach a love so pure.
text_transcription: COME LET OUR HEARTS BE TRUE THE DAY INSURE TO US THE TENDERNESS WITHOUT THE STRIFE AND LET THEM SAY THAT LIFE WAS NEVER MADE TO REACH A LOVE SO PURE
phonemes: kˈʌm, lˈɛt ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts biː tɹˈuː ðə dˈeɪ ɪnʃˈʊɹ tʊ ˌʌs ðə tˈɛndɚnəs wɪðˌaʊt ðə stɹˈaɪf, ænd lˈɛt ðˌɛm sˈeɪ ðæt lˈaɪf wʌz nˈɛvɚ mˌeɪd tə ɹˈiːtʃ ɐ lˈʌv sˌoʊ pjˈʊɹ.