text_original: He looked at the wasted profile on the satin pillow, so wan, so transparent in its waxen pallor, the heavy eyelid drooping languidly, the faintly coloured lips drawn as if with pain — a broken lily.
text_transcription: HE LOOKED AT THE WASTED PROFILE ON THE SATIN PILLOW SO WAN SO TRANSPARENT IN ITS WAXEN PALLOR THE HEAVY EYELID DROOPING LANGUIDLY THE FAINTLY COLOURED LIPS DRAWN AS IF WITH PAIN A BROKEN LILY
phonemes: hiː lˈʊkt æt ðə wˈeɪstᵻd pɹˈoʊfaɪl ɔnðə sˈætɪn pˈɪloʊ, sˌoʊ wˈæn, sˌoʊ tɹænspˈæɹənt ɪn ɪts wˈæksən pˈælɚ, ðə hˈɛvi ˈaɪlɪd dɹˈuːpɪŋ lˈæŋɡwɪdli, ðə fˈeɪntli kˈʌlɚd lˈɪps dɹˈɔːn æz ɪf wɪð pˈeɪn — ɐ bɹˈoʊkən lˈɪli.