text_original: "Sun lit Hours," "Hours of Afternoon" AFTERNOON I Slowly maturity has come to our surprise, Placing its hands upon the naked forehead of our love, Looking upon it with its dimmer eyes.
text_transcription: HY DREADFULLY BRIVOXEDOTT ORK BY SONYA ONE SLOWLY MATURITY HAS COME TO OUR SURPRISE PLACING ITS HANDS UPON THE NAKED FOREHEAD OF OUR LOVE LOOKING UPON IT WITH ITS DIMMER EYES
phonemes: "sˈʌn lˈɪt ˈaʊɚz," "ˈaʊɚz ʌv ˌæftɚnˈuːn" ˌæftɚnˈuːn aɪ slˈoʊli mətʃˈʊɹɹᵻɾi hɐz kˈʌm tʊ ˌaʊɚ sɚpɹˈaɪz, plˈeɪsɪŋ ɪts hˈændz əpˌɑːn ðə nˈeɪkᵻd fˈɔːɹhɛd ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv, lˈʊkɪŋ əpˌɑːn ɪt wɪð ɪts dˈɪmɚɹ ˈaɪz.