text_original: Man forever yearns For the thing that's flying. Everywhere he turns, Men to dust are drying,    Dust that wanders, eying (With eyes that hardly glow) New faces, dimly spying For friends that come and go.
text_transcription: MAN FOR EVER YEARNS FOR THE THING THAT'S FLYING EVERYWHERE HE TURNS MAN TO DUST ARE DRYING THUS THAT WANDERS EYEING WITH EYES THAT HARDLY GLOW NEW FACES DIMLY SPYING FOR FRIENDS THAT COME AND GO
phonemes: mˈæn fɚɹˈɛvɚ jˈɜːnz fɚðə θˈɪŋ ðæts flˈaɪɪŋ. ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ hiː tˈɜːnz, mˈɛn tə dˈʌst ɑːɹ dɹˈaɪɪŋ,    dˈʌst ðæt wˈɔndɚz, ˈaɪɪŋ (wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt hˈɑːɹdli ɡlˈoʊ) nˈuː fˈeɪsᵻz, dˈɪmli spˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ fɹˈɛndz ðæt kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ.