text_original: "What is to be done?" "It makes my blood run cold to hear him," whispered the Sandman. "Vot d'ye think he sees?" "Why do you not speak to me?" cried the young man  "why do you beckon me forward?
text_transcription: WHAT IS TO BE DONE IT MAKES MY BLOOD RUN COLD TO HEAR HIM WHISPERED THE SAND MAN WOULD YOU THINK HE SEES WHY DO YOU NOT SPEAK TO ME CRIED THE YOUNG MAN WHY DO YOU BECKON ME FORWARD
phonemes: "wˌʌt ɪz təbi dˈʌn?" "ɪt mˌeɪks maɪ blˈʌd ɹˈʌn kˈoʊld tə hˈɪɹ hˌɪm," wˈɪspɚd ðə sˈændmən. "vˈɑːt djə θˈɪŋk hiː sˈiːz?" "wˌaɪ dˈuː juː nˌɑːt spˈiːk tə mˌiː?" kɹˈaɪd ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn  "wˌaɪ dˈuː juː bˈɛkən mˌiː fˈɔːɹwɚd?