text_original: When ancient films have crumbled like Papyrus rolls of Egypt's day, Let the dust speak: "Her pride was high, All but the artist hid away: "Kin to the myriad artist clan Since time began, whose work is dear."
text_transcription: WHEN ANCIENT FILMS HAVE CRUMBLED LIKE PAPYRUS ROLLS OF EGYPT'S DAY LET THE DUST SPEAK HER PRIDE WAS HIGH ALL BUT THE ARTIST HID AWAY KIN TO THE MYRIAD ARTIST'S CLAN SINCE TIME BEGAN WHOSE WORK IS DEAR
phonemes: wˌɛn ˈeɪntʃənt fˈɪlmz hæv kɹˈʌmbəld lˈaɪk pɐpˈaɪɹəs ɹˈoʊlz ʌv ˈiːdʒɪpts dˈeɪ, lˈɛt ðə dˈʌst spˈiːk: "hɜː pɹˈaɪd wʌz hˈaɪ, ˈɔːl bˌʌt ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɪst hˈɪd ɐwˈeɪ: "kˈɪn tə ðə mˈɪɹɪˌæd ˈɑːɹɾɪst klˈæn sˈɪns tˈaɪm bɪɡˈæn, hˌuːz wˈɜːk ɪz dˈɪɹ."