This can archived by Mel and whomever.
Kyer owns not that anything much. Certainly not FK or Joan Osborne's stuff.

Filk set to: One of us

Had a horrible time with the second paragraph. Ms. Osborne sings some of the following lines as extentions of the first! Hope it doesn't stink to bad...
And---hey, if it does, consider it a poem. Yeah---a poem! ;)
(Thanks to the one who gave me that out. You know who you are! ...<cough> 'cause i forgot..)

Where is Nicholas, my friend?
Know where he's fled to, my friend?
For I cannot sense him in
That great silence of his home.
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I was away, when something happened
For I could not let go the pain
When he did beg me to live despite my pleas.
I went away, and now I've got one question.

So..
Please, please, answer me
Please, please, speak plainly
Please, please, please please please

Where is Nicholas, my friend?
Know where he's gone to, my friend?
Has his search come to an end
And he's no more need to roam?

If I had a way to go back in time
And change our history
So that I'd never led myself to believe
That one could drown and lose onself in
all his love and strong devotions.

Oh..
Please, please, answer me
Please, please, tell to me
Please, please, please please please

Where is Nicholas, my friend?
Know where he's gone to, my friend?
Has his search come to an end
And he's found his way home?
And he's found his way home?
With all his sins fully atoned?
Or is he running all alone?
Fleeing the father raised in Rome?

[Interlude]

And,
Please, please, answer me
Please, please, answer me
Please, please, please please please

Where is Nicholas, my friend?
Know where he's gone to, my friend?
Has his search come to an end
And he's found his way home?
Could be he's found his way home?
Or has guilt remained a stone?
Forcing from his mouth a moan?
As he's trying to atone?

No friend to call up on the phone
'Cept for his sire born to Rome.

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