text_original: 175 The Moon In days gone by there was a land where the nights were always dark, and the sky spread over it like a black cloth, for there the moon never rose, and no star shone in the obscurity.
text_transcription: THE MOON IN DAYS GONE BY THERE WAS A LAND WHERE THE NIGHTS WERE ALWAYS DARK AND THE SKY SPREAD OVER IT LIKE A BLACK CLOUD FOR THERE THE MOON NEVER ROSE AND NO STARS SHONE IN THE OBSCURITY
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti fˈaɪv ðə mˈuːn ɪn dˈeɪz ɡɔn baɪ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈænd wˌɛɹ ðə nˈaɪts wɜːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz dˈɑːɹk, ænd ðə skˈaɪ spɹˈɛd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪt lˈaɪk ɐ blˈæk klˈɔθ, fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ðə mˈuːn nˈɛvɚ ɹˈoʊz, ænd nˈoʊ stˈɑːɹ ʃˈɑːn ɪnðɪ əbskjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi.