text_original: " Now and again there was a flutter of wings — the tame pigeons which are allowed to build their nests high up in the clerestory, disturbed by the little lights and the soft rustle of so many robes, took to flight and wheeled about fearlessly over the thousand white turbans.
text_transcription: NOW AND AGAIN THERE WAS A FLUTTER OF WINGS THE TAME PIGEONS WHICH ARE ALLOWED TO BUILD THEIR NESTS HIGH UP IN THE CLERESTORY DISTURBED BY THE LITTLE LIGHTS AND THE SOFT RUSTLE OF SO MANY ROBES TOOK TO FLIGHT AND WHEELED ABOUT FEARLESSLY OVER THE THOUSAND WHITE TURBANS
phonemes: " nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ flˈʌɾɚɹ ʌv wˈɪŋz — ðə tˈeɪm pˈɪdʒənz wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ ɐlˈaʊd tə bˈɪld ðɛɹ nˈɛsts hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɪnðə klˈɛɹɪstɚɹi, dɪstˈɜːbd baɪ ðə lˈɪɾəl lˈaɪts ænd ðə sˈɔft ɹˈʌsəl ʌv sˌoʊ mˈɛni ɹˈoʊbz, tˈʊk tə flˈaɪt ænd wˈiːld ɐbˌaʊt fˈɪɹləsli ˌoʊvɚ ðə θˈaʊzənd wˈaɪt tˈɜːbənz.