text_original: =High Noon= Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! and yet the half spent day Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark, Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end.
text_transcription: HIGH NOON TIME'S FINGER ON THE DIAL OF MY LIFE POINTS TO HIGH NOON AND YET THE HALF SPENT DAY LEAVES LESS THAN HALF REMAINING FOR THE DARK BLEAK SHADOWS OF THE GRAVE ENGULF THE END
phonemes: ˈiːkwəlz hˈaɪ nˈuːn ˈiːkwəlz tˈaɪmz fˈɪŋɡɚɹ ɔnðə dˈaɪəl ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf pˈɔɪnts tə hˈaɪ nˈuːn! ænd jˈɛt ðə hˈæf spˈɛnt dˈeɪ lˈiːvz lˈɛs ðɐn hˈæf ɹᵻmˈeɪnɪŋ, fɚðə dˈɑːɹk, blˈiːk ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪv ɛŋɡˈʌlf ðɪ ˈɛnd.