text_original: [13] Vigils So let moth and dust corrupt and thieves Break through and I shall be glad, Because of the hatred I bear to things Instead of the love I had.
text_transcription: SO LET MOTH AND DUST CORRUPT AND THIEVES BREAK THROUGH AND I SHALL BE GLAD BECAUSE OF THE HATRED I BEAR TO THINGS INSTEAD OF THE LOVE I HAD
phonemes: [θˈɜːtiːn] vˈɪdʒɪlz sˌoʊ lˈɛt mˈɑːθ ænd dˈʌst kɚɹˈʌpt ænd θˈiːvz bɹˈeɪk θɹuː ænd aɪʃˌɐl biː ɡlˈæd, bɪkˈʌz ʌvðə hˈeɪtɹɪd aɪ bˈɛɹ tə θˈɪŋz ɪnstˈɛd ʌvðə lˈʌv aɪ hˈæd.