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My brother, the great locomotive.
What reminds you of the loved ones we have when you see or hear some things,
What adventures do you imagine or stories do you tell about them,
Why not express the love for them by showing it instead of hiding them,
It will only make you feel more proud to have known who they are.
When I hear a train I don't hear the train itself but my brother blowing the whistle,
I imagine him standing there inside the train driving it all over the states,
I hear the sound the wheels make as they keep on rolling at steady rates,
I listen to the train but its his stories of his adventures I hear.
When I see the steam puffing from the train I can imagine the fun he's having,
Traveling all over state to state hauling train cars or people to there destination,
I can imagine him standing in the door way of the train with a big grin,
Because hes experiencing his dream as a great locomotive.
