text_original: There seemed in all this white murmuration to be millions of tiny hands stretching out to me, millions of whispering voices, of wistful eyes.
text_transcription: THERE SEEMED IN ALL THIS WHITE MEMORATION TO BE MILLIONS OF TINY HANDS STRETCHING OUT TO ME MILLIONS OF WHISPERING VOICES OF WISTFUL EYES
phonemes: ðɛɹ sˈiːmd ɪn ˈɔːl ðɪs wˈaɪt mˌɜːmɚɹˈeɪʃən təbi mˈɪliənz ʌv tˈaɪni hˈændz stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ ˈaʊt tə mˌiː, mˈɪliənz ʌv wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ vˈɔɪsᵻz, ʌv wˈɪstfəl ˈaɪz.