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                                              Let you win always
                                              Let you defeat your enemies,
                                              I’ll be thankful to you,
                                              I’ll pay you back some day,”
                                              Nurgun the Girl-Hero
                                              Before going away:
                                              “If you’re in trouble
                                              Call me at any time:” —
                                              She said, then
                                              Turning into an eagle
                                              Having a scarf in its neck,
                                              A ball-shaped clot on its tail,
                                              Flying very quickly
                                              Through a narrow hole
                                              It rose up and up.
                                              Eles Bootur the Great
                                              Defeating his enemy,
                                              Becoming famous again,
                                              Hurrying to enter
                                              His enemy’s lair,
                                              To find out there
                                              His beloved girl,
                                              He peeped above
                                              A high cloud,
                                              Three times ran round
                                              A huge hill
                                              Trying to find
                                              A door in it.
                                              Not finding it out
                                              He rushed to the top
                                              Hardly seen in the dim sky,
                                              Getting to the top
                                              He peeped into the flue.
                                              He saw iron stairs
                                              Running down.
                                              Rattling down the stairs
                                              He awoke this dark
                                              Grown musty place,
                                              Getting to the bottom
                                              Gazing at it carefully
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