text_original: There are balms for all our pain. Hut when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts. And it never comes again.
text_transcription: THERE ARE BALMS FOR ALL OUR PAIN BUT WHEN YOUTH TO DREAM DEPARTS IT TAKES SOMETHING FROM OUR HEARTS AND IT NEVER COMES AGAIN
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ bˈɑːmz fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ pˈeɪn. hˈʌt wɛn jˈuːθ, ðə dɹˈiːm, dᵻpˈɑːɹts, ɪt tˈeɪks sˈʌmθɪŋ fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts. ænd ɪt nˈɛvɚ kˈʌmz ɐɡˈɛn.