Answer:
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?