text_original: "We'll forget all that when we get to heaven, aunty." There was a faint gleam in the old eyes, as they looked up to her; a faint smile on the withered lips. The rays of that morning light were catching the clouds already!
text_transcription: WE'LL FORGET ALL THAT WHEN WE GET TO HEAVEN AUNTIE THERE WAS A FAINT GLEAM IN THE OLD EYES AS THEY LOOKED UP TO HER A FAINT SMILE ON THE WITHERED LIPS THE RAYS OF THAT MORNING LIGHT WERE CATCHING THE CLOUDS ALREADY
phonemes: "wiːl fɚɡˈɛt ˈɔːl ðæt wɛn wiː ɡɛt tə hˈɛvən, ˈænti." ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ fˈeɪnt ɡlˈiːm ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld ˈaɪz, æz ðeɪ lˈʊkt ˈʌp tə hɜː; ɐ fˈeɪnt smˈaɪl ɔnðə wˈɪðɚd lˈɪps. ðə ɹˈeɪz ʌv ðæt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ lˈaɪt wɜː kˈætʃɪŋ ðə klˈaʊdz ɔːlɹˈɛdi!