Flags are waving
As they are hangin'
Signs of friendship and mutual respect
That the world is one
As they go through whispering
O'Hare, O'Hare
We go in and out
From the oceans of passangers
Sometimes tense, rare at ease
From you we soar across the ocean
Both far and nigh
How glad we are in you
Chicago, the city of wind
Chicago _summer_ June 15, 2015
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