The attic is only pleasant in songs

Sunny with water

Charm

Skyfall

Gypsy girl

I knew a gypsy girl last spring
with laughter in her eyes
She made a rope of silver stars
and climbed to reach the skies.
She made a road of tangled silk
burned gold at dawn and then
she said "there are lands that i
must see but i'll be back again!"

I don't know the author of this poem or if there's more words to it. I just remember this part and always liked it

Chemical Philosophy

Three flowers in the window