text_original: 95 THE SHADOWS ARE LIFTED. For the hurrying years were flying fast, And her image was dim to me, And the shadows, they lay so thick on the past, It had almost ceased to be.
text_transcription: THE SHADOWS ARE LIFTED FOR THE HURRYING YEARS WERE FLYING FAST AND HER IMAGE WAS DIM TO SEE AND THE SHADOWS THEY LAY SO THICK ON THE PAST IT HAD ALMOST CEED TO BE
phonemes: nˈaɪnti fˈaɪv ðə ʃˈædoʊz ɑːɹ lˈɪftᵻd. fɚðə hˈɜːɹiɪŋ jˈɪɹz wɜː flˈaɪɪŋ fˈæst, ænd hɜːɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ wʌz dˈɪm tə mˌiː, ænd ðə ʃˈædoʊz, ðeɪ lˈeɪ sˌoʊ θˈɪk ɔnðə pˈæst, ɪt hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst sˈiːst tə bˈiː.