text_original: I HAVE said good bye to the friends of my race,  The greetings are over and done, — And I journey forth to find me a place To take last leave of the sun. For I never could die where the four walls stand, And hide the sun from me, But the sky must be bare on either hand. With the great air moving free. And dimmer and dimmer will grow the light, As the pulses cease their play.
text_transcription: I HAVE SAID GOOD BYE TO THE FRIENDS OF MY RACE THE GREETINGS ARE OVER AND DONE AND I JOURNEY FORTH TO FIND ME A PLACE TO TAKE LAST LEAVE OF THE SUN FOR I NEVER COULD DIE WHERE THE FOUR WALLS STAND AND HIDE THE SUN FROM ME BUT THE SKY MUST BE BARE ON EITHER HAND WITH THE GREAT AIR MOVING FREE AND DIMMER AND DIMMER WILL GROW THE LIGHT AS THE PULSES CEASE THEIR PLAY
phonemes: aɪ hæv sˈɛd ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ tə ðə fɹˈɛndz ʌv maɪ ɹˈeɪs,  ðə ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋz ɑːɹ ˌoʊvɚ ænd dˈʌn, — ænd aɪ dʒˈɜːni fˈɔːɹθ tə fˈaɪnd mˌiː ɐ plˈeɪs tə tˈeɪk lˈæst lˈiːv ʌvðə sˈʌn. fɔːɹ aɪ nˈɛvɚ kʊd dˈaɪ wˌɛɹ ðə fˈɔːɹ wˈɔːlz stˈænd, ænd hˈaɪd ðə sˈʌn fɹʌm mˌiː, bˌʌt ðə skˈaɪ mˈʌst biː bˈɛɹ ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd. wɪððə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈɛɹ mˈuːvɪŋ fɹˈiː. ænd dˈɪmɚ ænd dˈɪmɚ wɪl ɡɹˈoʊ ðə lˈaɪt, æz ðə pˈʌlsᵻz sˈiːs ðɛɹ plˈeɪ.