text_original: It was a fever, so the leeches said. I had been dead so long, I did not know The difference, or heed. Oil on my breast, The garments of the grave about me wrapped, They bore me forth, and laid me in the tomb. The rich and beautiful and dreadful tomb, Where all the buried Amteris lie, Beneath the Duomo's black and towering shade.
text_transcription: IT WAS A FEVER SO THE LEECHES SAID I HAD BEEN DEAD SO LONG I DID NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE OR HEAT OIL TO MY BREAST THE GARMENTS OF THE GRAVE ABOUT ME RAPPED THEY BORE ME FORTH AND LAID ME IN THE TOMB THE RICH AND BEAUTIFUL AND DREADFUL TOMB WHERE ALL THE BURIED AMIEREIS LIE BENEATH THE DREAMLESS BLACK AND TOWERING SHADE
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ fˈiːvɚ, sˌoʊ ðə lˈiːtʃᵻz sˈɛd. aɪ hɐdbɪn dˈɛd sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ, aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ ðə dˈɪfɹəns, ɔːɹ hˈiːd. ˈɔɪl ˌɔn maɪ bɹˈɛst, ðə ɡˈɑːɹmənts ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪv ɐbˌaʊt mˌiː ɹˈæpt, ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ mˌiː fˈɔːɹθ, ænd lˈeɪd mˌiː ɪnðə tˈuːm. ðə ɹˈɪtʃ ænd bjˈuːɾifəl ænd dɹˈɛdfəl tˈuːm, wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ðə bˈɛɹid ˈæmtɚɹˌɪs lˈaɪ, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə duːˈoʊmoʊz blˈæk ænd tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ ʃˈeɪd.