text_original: Run, little child! Run!" And at the words terror will possess one's soul, and one will rush and rush until one's breath is spent  until, panting, one has reached home.
text_transcription: RUN LITTLE CHILD RUN AND THAT THE WORDS TERROR WILL POSSESS ONE'S SOUL AND ONE WILL RUSH AND RUSH UNTIL ONE'S BREATH IS SPENT UNTIL PANTING ONE HAS REACHED HOME
phonemes: ɹˈʌn, lˈɪɾəl tʃˈaɪld! ɹˈʌn!" ænd æt ðə wˈɜːdz tˈɛɹɚ wɪl pəzˈɛs wˈʌnz sˈoʊl, ænd wˈʌn wɪl ɹˈʌʃ ænd ɹˈʌʃ ʌntˈɪl wˈʌnz bɹˈɛθ ɪz spˈɛnt ʌntˈɪl, pˈæntɪŋ, wˈʌn hɐz ɹˈiːtʃt hˈoʊm.