text_original: A thief that has robb'd you, or done you disgrace, In magical mirror, I'll show you his face: Nay, if you'll believe what the poets have said, They'll tell you I kill, and can call back the dead. Like conjurers safe in my circle I dwell; I love to look black too, it heightens my spell; Though my magic is mighty in every hue, Who see all my power must see it in you.
text_transcription: A THIEF THAT HAS ROBBED YOU OR DONE YOU DISGRACE IN MAGICAL MIRROR I'LL SHOW YOU HIS FACE NAY IF YOU BELIEVE WHAT THE POETS HAVE SAID THEY'LL TELL YOU I KILL AND CAN CALL BACK THE DEAD LIKE CONJURORS SAFE IN MY CIRCLE I DWELL I LOVE TO LOOK BLACK TO IT HEIGHTENS MY SPELL THOUGH MY MAGIC IS MIGHTY IN EVERY HUE WHO SEE ALL MY POWER MUST SEE IT IN YOU
phonemes: ɐ θˈiːf ðæt hɐz ɹˈɑːbd juː, ɔːɹ dˈʌn juː dɪsɡɹˈeɪs, ɪn mˈædʒɪkəl mˈɪɹɚ, aɪl ʃˈoʊ juː hɪz fˈeɪs: nˈeɪ, ɪf juːl bᵻlˈiːv wʌt ðə pˈoʊɪts hæv sˈɛd, ðeɪl tˈɛl juː aɪ kˈɪl, ænd kæn kˈɔːl bˈæk ðə dˈɛd. lˈaɪk kˈʌndʒjʊɹɹɚz sˈeɪf ɪn maɪ sˈɜːkəl aɪ dwˈɛl; aɪ lˈʌv tə lˈʊk blˈæk tˈuː, ɪt hˈaɪʔn̩z maɪ spˈɛl; ðˌoʊ maɪ mˈædʒɪk ɪz mˈaɪɾi ɪn ˈɛvɹi hjˈuː, hˌuː sˈiː ˈɔːl maɪ pˈaʊɚ mˈʌst sˈiː ɪɾ ɪn juː.