Goodbye

Missrockstarr

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GOODBYE

If thoughts of you drift through my fingers

There will be a pain that lingers.

As each grain falls to the ground

Little of comfort will be found.

I shall be left with an empty hand

And bitterness lying on the sand.

I'll walk on memories as I leave;

I'll hate, I'll love, I'll hurt, I'll grieve,

But if I purse my lips and blow

Thoughts of you will, flying, go

Off into the sunset sky,

Lost for ever.

And I wont cry.

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CATHO

Maybe I look fragile, being battered by the sea,

But everybody hopes there's still a lot of life in me.

For I'm the pier at Catho....that's Catherine Hill Bay.

(Australians always nick-name things in their own peculiar way!)

Catho was a miners town, in the days of long ago,

When life was very different, and the pace was much more slow.

The coal-ships used to leave from here; the pier was then essential,

But now the township's just a haven, quietly residential.

It's threatened, though! Developers have set their greedy sights

On this prime piece of coastline and they say they have their rights.

The way of life is threatened; a massive suburb looms,

Great mansions will no doubt arise with a thousand fancy rooms!

We hope the sun's not setting on our lovely Catho Bay!

We hope the desire for progress will let this one treasure stay!

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