Lattice of iron,
reaching for a sky,
that cradles clouds,
and whispers of centuries.
Not just a tower,
but a symbol of aspiration,
a skeletal dream,
etched against the twilight,
a monument to human ingenuity.
The wind, a restless traveler,
sighs through its frame,
a metallic song,
a chorus of the city,
a whisper of the Seine's flow.
Lights, a constellation,
sparkling in the night,
a beacon of romance,
a spectacle of...
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