O Paris, Montparnasse, your face! Your soul, a gift to us, is tender. And you unfold yourself with grace, in its unfathomable splendor. Your time, your magical true friend, which gives a hint of the Almighty, is always wonderful and grand. The Eiffel Tower sees your mountain. The Boulevard, named Saint-Michel, speaks with you at your intersection. The traffic has its bounding shell, and shows its hope for your reception. In the rat race, please take no part! And after vanity, no chasing! Play your high sciences and arts, with their majestic, proper changes! And I remember what I trust. I′m overwhelmed by explorations. O miracle of Montparnasse, with unforgettable impressions! | 
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