I stand within above below
One color in the prism
These points within the field we’d call
A wild asterism
The Winter Hexagon my friend
With his eternal chorus
That though we work against ourselves
We still have so much
For us
Other People's Feelings
I stand within above below
One color in the prism
These points within the field we’d call
A wild asterism
The Winter Hexagon my friend
With his eternal chorus
That though we work against ourselves
We still have so much
For us