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.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
It's a game played by serious people that takes place on a global scale.
What goes up when the rain comes down?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But it’s not to blame. What is the word?