text_original: Her window was open, and a cool desert wind softly blew her hair. She stared out into the night, and the wheels seemed to be grinding over her crushed heart.
text_transcription: HER WINDOW WAS OPEN AND A COOL DESERT WIND SOFTLY BLEW HER HAIR SHE STARED OUT INTO THE NIGHT AND THE WHEELS SEEMED TO BE GRINDING OVER HER CRUSHED HEART
phonemes: hɜː wˈɪndoʊ wʌz ˈoʊpən, ænd ɐ kˈuːl dˈɛzɚt wˈɪnd sˈɔftli blˈuː hɜː hˈɛɹ. ʃiː stˈɛɹd ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt, ænd ðə wˈiːlz sˈiːmd təbi ɡɹˈaɪndɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː kɹˈʌʃt hˈɑːɹt.