text_original: The moon, in her first quarter, floated in a haze. Washed by her light, the quaintly wrought balconies and heavy tiled roofs of the Spanish buildings, risen from the charred embers, took on a touch of romance.
text_transcription: THE MOON IN HER FIRST QUARTER FLOATED IN A HAZE WASHED BY HER LIGHT THE QUAINTLY WROUGHT BALCONIES AND HEAVY TILED ROOFS OF THE SPANISH BUILDINGS RISEN FROM THE CHARRED EMBERS TOOK ON A TOUCH OF ROMANCE
phonemes: ðə mˈuːn, ɪn hɜː fˈɜːst kwˈɔːɹɾɚ, flˈoʊɾᵻd ɪn ɐ hˈeɪz. wˈɑːʃt baɪ hɜː lˈaɪt, ðə kwˈeɪntli ɹˈɔːt bˈælkəniz ænd hˈɛvi tˈaɪld ɹˈuːfs ʌvðə spˈænɪʃ bˈɪldɪŋz, ɹˈɪzən fɹʌmðə tʃˈɑːɹd ˈɛmbɚz, tˈʊk ˌɔn ɐ tˈʌtʃ ʌv ɹoʊmˈæns.