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Also, this dialoug from the ending of Andrei Tarkovsky's "Stalker" is pure poetry...
spoiler just because text is a little long.

Spoiler!

I was sure
I wouId be happy with him.

Of course, I knew I'd have a Iot of
sorrow, too.

But it's better to have
a bitter happiness than...

a gray, duII Iife.

Perhaps,
I thought it aII up Iater.

But then he approached me and said:
''Come with me.''

And I did,
and never regretted it.

Never.

We had a Iot of sorrow,

a Iot of fear, and a Iot of shame.

But I never regretted it,
and I never envied anyone.

It's just our fate, our Iife,
that's how we are.

And if we haven't had our misfortunes,
we wouIdn't have been better off.

It wouId have been worse.

Because in that case, there wouIdn't
have been any happiness.

And there wouIdn't have been
any hope.

I Iove your eyes, my darIing friend,

Their pIay, so passionate and
bright'ning,

When a sudden stare up you send,

And Iike a heaven-bIown Iightning,

It'd take in aII from end to end.

But there's more that I admire:

Your eyes when they're downcast

In bursts of Iove-inspired fire,

And through the eyeIash goes fast

A somber, duII caII of desire...

The End