I long to tell you
I will be gone 
-- for Chicago, City by the Lake
When winter's winds
Settle autumn leaves 
Over summer's sweeter green
In day-dreams wild
I think of sending fare 
for your travel west 
I long to tell you
More useful things, 
But the time for that is gone 
Instead I know useless things 
Chicago means
Striped Skunk (In native tongue)
I know useless things
And yet
You make them all worthwhile 


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