text_original: I snap my fingers at the clock. It ticks merely for its own amusement. I proclaim the calendar is false. The sun rises and sets but makes no chilling notch upon the heart.
text_transcription: I SNAP MY FINGERS AT THE CLOCK IT TICKS MERELY FOR ITS OWN AMUSEMENT I PROCLAIM THE CALENDAR IS FALSE THE SUN RISES AND SETS BUT MAKES NO CHILLING NOTCH UPON THE HEART
phonemes: aɪ snˈæp maɪ fˈɪŋɡɚz æt ðə klˈɑːk. ɪt tˈɪks mˈɪɹli fɔːɹ ɪts ˈoʊn ɐmjˈuːzmənt. aɪ pɹəklˈeɪm ðə kˈæləndɚɹ ɪz fˈɔls. ðə sˈʌn ɹˈaɪzᵻz ænd sˈɛts bˌʌt mˌeɪks nˈoʊ tʃˈɪlɪŋ nˈɑːtʃ əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɑːɹt.