text_original: I cannot believe that. I cannot believe we run but once. In the heart of the man who wrote the book there lives a child. And a child dwells in the heart of the woman of the lending library. We are too ready to believe that childhood passes with the years  that its fine imagination is blunted with the hard practice of the world.
text_transcription: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE RUN BUT ONCE IN THE HEART OF THE MAN WHO WROTE THE BOOK THERE LIVES A CHILD AND A CHILD DWELLS IN THE HEART OF THE WOMAN OF THE LONDONING LIBRARY WE ARE TOO READY TO BELIEVE THAT CHILDHOOD PASSES WITH THE YEARS THAT ITS FINE IMAGINATION IS BLUNTED WITH THE HARD PRACTICE OF THE WORLD
phonemes: aɪ kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv ðˈæt. aɪ kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv wiː ɹˈʌn bˌʌt wˈʌns. ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə mˈæn hˌuː ɹˈoʊt ðə bˈʊk ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz ɐ tʃˈaɪld. ænd ɐ tʃˈaɪld dwˈɛlz ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə wˈʊmən ʌvðə lˈɛndɪŋ lˈaɪbɹɛɹi. wiː ɑːɹ tˈuː ɹˈɛdi tə bᵻlˈiːv ðæt tʃˈaɪldhʊd pˈæsᵻz wɪððə jˈɪɹz ðæt ɪts fˈaɪn ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən ɪz blˈʌntᵻd wɪððə hˈɑːɹd pɹˈæktɪs ʌvðə wˈɜːld.