text_original: [31] Vigils SHARDS I CAN never remake the thing I have destroyed; I brushed the golden dust from the moth's bright wing, I called down wind to shatter the cherry blossoms, I did a terrible thing.
text_transcription: BY SONYA SHARTS I CAN NEVER REMAKE THE THING I HAVE DESTROYED I BRUSHED THE GOLDEN DUST FROM THE MOTH'S BRIGHT WING I CALLED DOWN WIND TO SHATTER THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS I DID A TERRIBLE THING
phonemes: [θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn] vˈɪdʒɪlz ʃˈɑːɹdz aɪ kæn nˈɛvɚ ɹᵻmˈeɪk ðə θˈɪŋ aɪ hæv dᵻstɹˈɔɪd; aɪ bɹˈʌʃt ðə ɡˈoʊldən dˈʌst fɹʌmðə mˈɑːθz bɹˈaɪt wˈɪŋ, aɪ kˈɔːld dˌaʊn wˈɪnd tə ʃˈæɾɚ ðə tʃˈɛɹi blˈɔsəmz, aɪ dˈɪd ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl θˈɪŋ.