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Cooktown is a small town located at the mouth of the Endeavour River, on Cape York Peninsula in Far North Queensland where James Cook beached his ship, the Endeavour, for repairs in 1770. At the 2006 census, Cooktown had a population of 1,336. Both the town and Mount Cook (431 metres or 1,415 feet) which rises up behind the town were named after James Cook.
It is the northernmost town on the east coast of Australia and was founded on 25 October 1873 as a supply port for the goldfields along the Palmer River. It was called 'Cook's Town' until 1 June 1874.
In the local Guugu Yimithirr language the name for the region is, Gan.gaarr Aboriginal pronunciation: [ɡ̊anˈɡaːr], which means "(Place of the) Rock Crystals." Quartz crystals were used in various Aboriginal ceremonies across the continent and are found in the vicinity; they were traded from the Cooktown region at least as far as Mossman, about 300 km south of Cooktown, and possibly much further.[citation needed]
The site of modern Cooktown was the meeting place of two vastly different cultures when, in June 1770, the local Aboriginal Guugu Yimithirr tribe cautiously watched the crippled sailing ship – His Majesty's Bark Endeavour – limp up the coast seeking a safe harbour after sustaining serious damage to its wooden hull on the Endeavour Reef, south of Cooktown. The Guugu Yimithirr people saw the Endeavour beach in the calm waters near the mouth of their river, which they called "Wahalumbaal".
Two o'clock
The moon is down
We say goodnight
You're headed for bed across town
We haven't even known each other that long
But it doesn't even matter
When you leave it feels all wrong
You belong with me
Darlin' we belong together
And every time you leave
It's obvious we're still connected
You live in your world
And i live in mine
But the collision of worlds is just a matter of time
You belong with me
Now i can tell
You're so afraid
You've been lied to and taken for granted
And treated like some kind of slave
I'm not after your freedom, i'm after your heart
And i know it's gonna happen
And i knew it from the start
What happens to people in love is some kind of mystery
But what passes for love on the streets these days is a joke
So when people like us finally stumble into each other