text_original: "Never leave here, girl. Let no man go, either. The world has forgotten me and all of us; but memory is tenacious  it will revive at a hint; every throat that pulses with hot life here  yes, my daughter, even your fair throat  was measured years ago  a rope awaits every one. But here  " "Yes, father?"
text_transcription: NEVER LEAVE HERE GIRL LET NO MAN GO EITHER THE WORLD HAS FORGOTTEN ME AND ALL OF US BUT MEMORY IS TENACIOUS IT WILL REVIVE AT A HINT EVERY THROAT THAT PULSES WITH HOT LIFE HERE YES MY DAUGHTER EVEN YOUR FAIR THROAT WAS MEASURED YEARS AGO A ROPE AWAITS EVERYONE BUT HERE YES FATHER
phonemes: "nˈɛvɚ lˈiːv hˈɪɹ, ɡˈɜːl. lˈɛt nˈoʊ mˈæn ɡˈoʊ, ˈiːðɚ. ðə wˈɜːld hɐz fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ mˌiː ænd ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs; bˌʌt mˈɛmɚɹi ɪz tɛnˈeɪʃəs ɪt wɪl ɹᵻvˈaɪv æɾə hˈɪnt; ˈɛvɹi θɹˈoʊt ðæt pˈʌlsᵻz wɪð hˈɑːt lˈaɪf hˈɪɹ jˈɛs, maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ, ˈiːvən jʊɹ fˈɛɹ θɹˈoʊt wʌz mˈɛʒɚd jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ ɐ ɹˈoʊp ɐwˈeɪts ˈɛvɹi wˌʌn. bˌʌt hˈɪɹ  " "jˈɛs, fˈɑːðɚ?"