text_original: The first star pricks as sharp as steel   Why am I suddenly so cold? Three bells, each with a separate sound Clang in the valley, wearily tolled. Bells in Venice, bells at sea, Bells in the valley heavy and slow   There is no place over the crowded world Where I can forget that the days go.
text_transcription: THE FIRST STAR PRICKS AS SHARP AS STEEL WHY AM I SUDDENLY SO COLD THREE BELLS EACH WITH A SEPARATE SOUND CLANG IN THE VALLEY WEARILY TOLD BELLS IN VENICE BELLS AT SEA BELLS IN THE VALLEY HEAVY AND SLOW THERE IS NO PLACE OVER THE CROWDED WORLD WHERE I CAN FORGET THAT THE DAYS GO
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst stˈɑːɹ pɹˈɪks æz ʃˈɑːɹp æz stˈiːl wˌaɪ æm aɪ sˈʌdənli sˌoʊ kˈoʊld? θɹˈiː bˈɛlz, ˈiːtʃ wɪð ɐ sˈɛpɹət sˈaʊnd klˈæŋ ɪnðə vˈæli, wˈɪɹili tˈoʊld. bˈɛlz ɪn vˈɛnɪs, bˈɛlz æt sˈiː, bˈɛlz ɪnðə vˈæli hˈɛvi ænd slˈoʊ ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ plˈeɪs ˌoʊvɚ ðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd wˈɜːld wˌɛɹ aɪ kæn fɚɡˈɛt ðætðə dˈeɪz ɡˈoʊ.