text_original: 105 THE EVANESCENT CITY A rainbow fallen but within the soul Its deep, indubitable iris burns; And anthem stilled yet for its ghostly goal The incommunicable music yearns.
text_transcription: A RAINBOW FALLEN BUT WITHIN THE SOUL ITS DEEP INDUBITABLE IRIS BURNS AND ANTHEM STILLED YET FOR ITS GHOSTLY GOAL THE INCOMMUNICABLE MUSIC YEARNS
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv ðɪ ˌɛvənˈɛsənt sˈɪɾi ɐ ɹˈeɪnboʊ fˈɔːlən bˌʌt wɪðˌɪn ðə sˈoʊl ɪts dˈiːp, ɪndˈuːbɪɾəbəl ˈaɪɹɪs bˈɜːnz; ænd ˈænθəm stˈɪld jˈɛt fɔːɹ ɪts ɡˈoʊstli ɡˈoʊl ðɪ ɪŋkəmjˈuːnɪkəbəl mjˈuːzɪk jˈɜːnz.