A broken tower tells pieces mining history

"All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,
splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart."

(W.B. Yeats in The rose in my heart)
Li├Ęge (B)
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