text_original: Every sound seemed to be music, every moving thing danced. She longed to get to her early roses, and see how the rain had treated them.
text_transcription: EVERY SOUND SEEMED TO BE MUSIC EVERY MOVING THING DANCED SHE LONGED TO GET HER EARLY ROSES AND SEE HOW THE RAIN HAD TREATED THEM
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi sˈaʊnd sˈiːmd təbi mjˈuːzɪk, ˈɛvɹi mˈuːvɪŋ θˈɪŋ dˈænst. ʃiː lˈɔŋd tə ɡɛt tə hɜːɹ ˈɜːli ɹˈoʊzᵻz, ænd sˈiː hˌaʊ ðə ɹˈeɪn hæd tɹˈiːɾᵻd ðˌɛm.