Aliam stellam cuique tinea

Moths are dancing, quietly tonight. They are sorrounding, the nearest light,

but im sure that if they could, they would reach, the furthest stars

and they are dancing all to the same song, dressed in gray and brown,

the biggest one has a shade of white,

yet they are different between themselves, because im sure,

the small one, wouldn't want to go to our sun.

No, it it'll fly to the nova, that hasn't yet by no eye been witnessed on the sky,

and the one beside it, it won't want to prove itself,

No, it'll choose a red star, for it thinks red is unique

and the one resting on the right it'll just choose the closest one,

and so the moths all around the nearest light, might be indistinguible from outside,

but each one will choose a different star away from this sky.