text_original: It is done! in the fire's fitful flashes, The last line has withered and curled. In a tiny white heap of dead ashes Lie buried the hopes of your world.
text_transcription: IT IS DONE IN THE FIRES FITFUL FLASHES THE LAST LINE HAS WITHERED AND CURLED IN A TINY WHITE HEAP OF DEAD ASHES LIE BURIED THE HOPES OF YOUR WORLD
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz dˈʌn! ɪnðə fˈaɪɚz fˈɪtfəl flˈæʃᵻz, ðə lˈæst lˈaɪn hɐz wˈɪðɚd ænd kˈɜːld. ɪn ɐ tˈaɪni wˈaɪt hˈiːp ʌv dˈɛd ˈæʃᵻz lˈaɪ bˈɛɹid ðə hˈoʊps ʌv jʊɹ wˈɜːld.