text_original: The first morning song ceased, and at the silence the sun smiled out in golden irony, and everything was shot with colour.
text_transcription: THE FIRST MORNING SONG CEASED AND AT THE SILENCE THE SUN SMILED OUT IN GOLDEN IRONY AND EVERYTHING WAS SHOT WITH COLOR
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈɔŋ sˈiːst, ænd æt ðə sˈaɪləns ðə sˈʌn smˈaɪld ˈaʊt ɪn ɡˈoʊldən ˈaɪɹəni, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wʌz ʃˈɑːt wɪð kˈʌlɚ.