You probably think
I'm a heartless Scout
I have no feelings
Is what I suspect
Normally comes out

With the hearts of men
Staying tightly sealed
It's very seldom
That they are revealed

But a romantic
I am proud to be
Say it with flowers
With bullets or code
Snippets do slip out

Your personal life
Is always hidden
With access being
Strictly forbidden
Knowledge of how much
I notice and see
Oftentimes will make
People scared of me

But what observation
Is not iteration
Of lives already passed
Of history long been?

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