Safe and sound

Round and round, round and round.

Falling on the ground,

I am a ball that makes a sound.

Like the earth, but weighs a pound.

Round and round, round and round.

Facing ordeals with wounds,

I am a human who ceases the sound.

Like in the library, but without the crowd.

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Round and round, round and round.

Climbing up the mounts,

Life is like a heartbeat count.

But it cannot be weighed by the pound.