text_original: THE WATCHER "I think I hear the sound of horses feet Beating upon the gravelled avenue. Go to the window that looks on the street, He would not let me die alone, I knew."
text_transcription: THE WATCHER I THINK I HEAR THE SOUND OF HORSES FEET BEATING UPON THE GRAVELLED AVENUE GO TO THE WINDOW THAT LOOKS ON THE STREET HE WOULD NOT LET ME DIE ALONE I KNEW
phonemes: ðə wˈɑːtʃɚ "aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hˈɔːɹsᵻz fˈiːt bˈiːɾɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈævəld ˈævənˌuː. ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈɪndoʊ ðæt lˈʊks ɔnðə stɹˈiːt, hiː wʊd nˌɑːt lˈɛt mˌiː dˈaɪ ɐlˈoʊn, aɪ nˈuː."