text_original: "A grey mist covers the face of the sun and a change is gradually creeping over this beautiful land," cried K'me wan. "I'll send my gentlest showers to refresh the woods and meadows."
text_transcription: A GREY MIST COVERS THE FACE OF THE SUN AND A CHANGE IS GRADUALLY CREEPING OVER THIS BEAUTIFUL LAND CRIED CAM I'LL SEND MY GENTLEST SHOWERS TO REFRESH THE WOODS AND MEADOWS
phonemes: "ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ mˈɪst kˈʌvɚz ðə fˈeɪs ʌvðə sˈʌn ænd ɐ tʃˈeɪndʒ ɪz ɡɹˈædʒuːəli kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðɪs bjˈuːɾifəl lˈænd," kɹˈaɪd kˈeɪmˈiː wˈæn. "aɪl sˈɛnd maɪ dʒˈɛntəlɪst ʃˈaʊɚz tə ɹᵻfɹˈɛʃ ðə wˈʊdz ænd mˈɛdoʊz."