| We are on our way to the quasar, an object as bright as a galaxy.
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| Our hope is that the
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| quasar may contain an unfathomable source of power and peril at its center …
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| a black
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| hole.
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| On our journey, we receive the radio emissions of a pulsar -- an imploded
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| neutron star.
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| Within a distant nebula in the Taurus zodiac
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| I hear the wailing of a star, the weak pulse of a fading sun
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| All its fuel is burning out and its light will fade to black
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| I can’t ignore its hopeless shout as it fires its death cry out in space
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| A star in Taurus lights up and outshines the galaxy
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| A fleeting moment of glory in time and space
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| A supernova resounds, a desperate symphony
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| Leaving behind a beacon fallen from grace
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| Lift your head up to the sky
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| And hear the faraway cry of a dying star
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| I heard its message from afar
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| A frequent surge of sight and sound
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| We approach the fallen neutron star
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| Spinning round and round and round
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| We attend this cosmic mass and we hear its sad lament
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| But even stars and planets pass in this cold and everlasting place
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| Lift your head up to the sky and hear the cry…
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| We have encountered a quasar in the constellation Virgo. |
| But does it really
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| contain a black hole, the portal to our final destination?
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| Heading off into the core of a newborn galaxy
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| We have reached a brilliant star-like source of energy
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| This cosmic spectacle of radiance was formed
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| Fifteen billion years ago when the universe was born
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| To the quasar
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| Beyond the milky way
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| The redshift is high, a bright light in the sky
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| To the dark star
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| Beyond the light of day
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| The gravity’s high, a black sun in the sky
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| As we approach the sea of light I’m forced to close my eyes
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| I can feel the vibrant waves of centuries go by Then the pull of an unseen force is tearing us away
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| Could it be we found the entrance to our passageway? |