Lorca (1898 - 1936) .
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O his poems were more precious than silver or gold;
His pen more powerful than a thousand rifles!
He was a fiery flower at odds with cold steel.
A surreal innovator: magical with words.
He was killed for his culture fuelled rebelliousness,
Yet his spirit remains: a brave light in dark times.
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