text_original: the earth's for evermore; fly home! And lay a daisy at the feet of God. IN THE COLISEUM Night wanes; I sit in the ruin alone; Beneath, the shadow of arches falls From the dim outline of the broken walls; And the half light steals o'er the age worn stone From a midway arch where the moon looks through, A silver shield in the deep, deep blue.
text_transcription: IN THE COLOSSEUM BY RANAL ROD DREADFULLY REVOCED AT ORCH BY SONYA IN THE COLOSSEUM NIGHT WANES I SIT IN THE RUIN ALONE BENEATH THE SHADOW OF ARCHES FALLS FROM THE DIM OUTLINE OF THE BROKEN WALLS AND THE HALF LIGHT STEALS OVER THE AGE WORN STONE FROM A MIDWAY ARCH WHERE THE MOON LOOKS THROUGH A SILVER SHIELD IN THE DEEP DEEP BLUE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɜːθz fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ; flˈaɪ hˈoʊm! ænd lˈeɪ ɐ dˈeɪzi æt ðə fˈiːt ʌv ɡˈɑːd. ɪnðə kˌɑːləsˈiːəm nˈaɪt wˈeɪnz; aɪ sˈɪt ɪnðə ɹˈuːɪn ɐlˈoʊn; bᵻnˈiːθ, ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz fˈɔːlz fɹʌmðə dˈɪm ˈaʊtlaɪn ʌvðə bɹˈoʊkən wˈɔːlz; ænd ðə hˈæf lˈaɪt stˈiːlz ˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈeɪdʒ wˈɔːɹn stˈoʊn fɹʌm ɐ mˈɪdweɪ ˈɑːɹtʃ wˌɛɹ ðə mˈuːn lˈʊks θɹˈuː, ɐ sˈɪlvɚ ʃˈiːld ɪnðə dˈiːp, dˈiːp blˈuː.