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Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday
They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they can't help me make amends
Lucy, having died in a way that the writer feels responsible for, is having her birthday today. He cannot amend all the hurt and wrongs he has doe to with roses at her grave, and states as such.