text_original: Dear Jean, we see with clearer sight When earthly love is almost o'er; Those children wait me in the skies, For whom I locked that sacred drawer."
text_transcription: DEAR JEAN WE SEE WITH CLEARER SIGHT WHEN EARTHLY LOVE IS ALMOST AWE THOSE CHILDREN AWAIT ME IN DISGUISE FOR WHOM I LOCKED THAT SACRED DRAWER
phonemes: dˈɪɹ dʒˈiːn, wiː sˈiː wɪð klˈɪɹɚ sˈaɪt wɛn ˈɜːθli lˈʌv ɪz ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈɔːɹ; ðoʊz tʃˈɪldɹən wˈeɪt mˌiː ɪnðə skˈaɪz, fɔːɹ hˈuːm aɪ lˈɑːkt ðæt sˈeɪkɹɪd dɹˈɔːɹ."