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Twelve thousand light years from Earth |
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At the possible location of ??? outbursts |
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Ignorant and worn weary, we saw the giant magnetar |
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This remarkable super-dense object |
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Was once a giant neutron star |
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The remnant of a collapsed and molten core |
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A curious breed of galaxy never seen before |
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No longer able to support its mass |
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It's unleashed ten thousand-trillion watts of noxious gas |
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Aboard the Black Hole Hunter |
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In very intense but fleeting flashes |
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Even stars were turned into ashes |
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When making the fleeting final appearance |
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They beg you, please envision massive collisions |
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Speed is crucial to the chase |
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You wanna catch those first few bursts |
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The unknown looks you in the face |
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You always wanted to be the first |
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Swiftly swiveling, directly at the burst position |
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The machine has made the wrong decision |
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But it can't take it back |
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It turns to point its ocular toward the blast |
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But that particular action, the protocol says do last |
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Aboard the Black Hole Hunter |
