text_original: Floating and whirling together, Into the beautiful night, How little you dreamed of the ghastly thing I was hiding away from your sight. Meeting your dark eyes' splendour, Feeling your warm, sweet breath, How could you know that my passionate heart Had died a horrible death?
text_transcription: FLOATING AND WHIRLING TOGETHER INTO THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHT HOW LITTLE YOU DREAMED OF THE GHASTLY THING I WAS HIDING AWAY FROM YOUR SIGHT MEETING YOUR DARK EYES SPLENDOR FEELING YOUR WARM SWEET BREATH HOW COULD YOU KNOW THAT MY PASSIONATE HEART HAD DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH
phonemes: flˈoʊɾɪŋ ænd wˈɜːlɪŋ təɡˈɛðɚ, ˌɪntʊ ðə bjˈuːɾifəl nˈaɪt, hˌaʊ lˈɪɾəl juː dɹˈiːmd ʌvðə ɡˈæstli θˈɪŋ aɪ wʌz hˈaɪdɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm jʊɹ sˈaɪt. mˈiːɾɪŋ jʊɹ dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪz splˈɛndɚ, fˈiːlɪŋ jʊɹ wˈɔːɹm, swˈiːt bɹˈɛθ, hˌaʊ kʊd juː nˈoʊ ðæt maɪ pˈæʃənət hˈɑːɹt hæd dˈaɪd ɐ hˈɔːɹɪbəl dˈɛθ?